La Poe Sie Veutquelque Chose D'e Norme,

The God Of The Christians Is A Father Who Makes Much Of His Apples, And Very Little Of His Children.

There Is Only One Duty; That Is To Be Happy.

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.

If Your Little Savage Were Left To Himself And Be Allowed To Retain All His Ignorance, He Would In Time Join The Infant's Reasoning To The Grown Man's Passion, He Would Strangle His Father And Sleep With His Mother.

To Prove The Gospels By A Miracle Is To Prove An Absurdity By Something Contrary To Nature.