Let Us Accept Truth, Even When It

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.

I Love Everything That Makes Up A Milieu, The Rolling Of The Carriages And The Noise Of The Workmen In Paris, The Cries Of A Thousand Birds In The Country, The Movement Of The Ships On The Waters. I Love Also Absolute, Profound Silence, And, In Short, I Love Everything That Is Around Me, No Matter Where I Am.

Weeds Are Omnipresent; Errors Are To Be Found In The Heart Of The Most Lovable.

To Forgive A Fault In Another Is More Sublime Than To Be Faultless One's Self.

I See Upon Their Noble Brows The Seal Of The Lord, For They Were Born Kings Of The Earth Far More Truly Than Those Who Possess It Only From Having Bought It.