He Whom We Call A Gentleman Is

Does Not Vanity Itself Cease To Be Blamable, Is It Not Even Ennobled, When It Is Directed To Laudable Objects, When It Confines Itself To Prompting Us To Great And Generous Actions?

There Comes A Moment During Which Almost Every Girl Or Boy Falls Into Melancholy; They Are Tormented By A Vague Inquietude Which Rests On Everything And Finds Nothing To Calm It. They Seek Solitude; They Weep; The Silence To Be Found In Cloister Attracts Them: The Image Of Peace That Seems To Reign In Religious Houses Seduces Them. They Mistake The First Manifestations Of A Developing Sexual Nature For The Voice Of God Calling Them To Himself; And It Is Precisely When Nature Is Inciting Them That They Embrace A Fashion Of Life Contrary To Nature's Wish.

If The Weather Is Too Cold Or Rainy, I Take Shelter In The Regence Cafe, Where I Entertain Myself By Watching Chess Being Played. Paris Is The World Center, And This Cafe Is The Paris Centre For The Finest Skill At This Game.

Gratitude Is A Burden, And Every Burden Is Made To Be Shaken Off.

Oh! How Near Are Genius And Madness! Men Imprison Them And Chain Them, Or Raise Statues To Them.