I Will Be Chateaubriand Or Nothing.

Nothing Can Be Sadder Or More Profound Than To See A Thousand Things For The First And Last Time.

There Are Many Lovely Women, But No Perfect Ones.

Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance Theirs.

You Look At A Star For Two Reasons, Because It Is Luminous, And Because It Is Impenetrable. You Have Beside You A Sweeter Radiance And A Greater Mystery, Woman.

The Sunshine Was Delightful, The Foliage Gently Astir, More From The Activity Of Birds Than From The Breeze. One Gallant Little Bird, Doubtless Lovelorn, Was Singing His Heart Out At The Top Of A Tall Tree.