But The Shortest Works Are Always The

The Worst Time Is Always The Present.

Le Mensonge Et Les Vers De Tout Temps Sont Amis. Lies And Literature Have Always Been Friends.

Love Cries Victory When The Tears Of A Woman Become The Sole Defence Of Her Virtue.

From A Distance It Is Something; And Nearby It Is Nothing.

Let Us Not Overstrain Our Talents, Lest We Do Nothing Gracefully: A Clown, Whatever He May Do, Will Never Pass For A Gentleman. [fr., Ne Forcons Point Notre Talent; Nous Ne Ferions Rien Avec Grace: Jamais Un Lourdaud, Quoi Qu'il Fasse, Ne Saurit Passer Pour Galant.]