Any Cigar Smoker Is A Friend, Because

Few Persons Enjoy Real Liberty; We Are All Slaves To Ideas Or Habits.

The Fumes Of Wine Fermented In My Head; It Was One Of Those Moments Of Intoxication When All That Ones Sees And Hears, Speaks To One Of The Adored.... One Would Willingly Embrace All Who Smile, And One Feels That He Is Brother Of All Who Live.

Take Love As A Sober Man Takes Wine; Do Not Become A Drunkard. If Your Mistress Is Sincere And Faithful, Love Her For That; But If She Is Not, If She Is Merely Young And Beautiful, Love Her For That; If She Is Agreeable And Spirituelle, Love Her For That; If She Is None Of These Things But Merely Loves You, Love Her For That. Love Does Not Come To Us Every Day.

Alas, Everything That Men Say To One Another Is Alike; The Ideas They Exchange Are Almost Always The Same, In Their Conversation. But Inside All Those Isolated Machines, What Hidden Recesses, What Secret Compartments! It Is An Entire World That Each One Carries Within Him, An Unknown World That Is Born And Dies In Silence! What Solitudes All These Human Bodies Are!

If Love Is A Play, This Play, As Old As The World, Fiasco Or Not, It Is, All In All, The Least Bad Thing That Has So Far Been Found. The Roles Are Trite, I Admit, But If The Play Had No Value The Whole Universe Wouldn’t Know It By Heart