Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of

Have You Noticed That Life, With Murders And Catastrophes And Fabulous Inheritances, Happens Almost Exclusively In Newspapers?

My Wife Was An Opera Singer, You Know. She Bellowed Her Way Through Wagner As A Valkyrie. I Married Her And Made Her Give Up The Theatre, To My Eternal Cost. She Was To Go On Acting For Myself Alone. A Performance At His Own Expense, Lasting For More Than Twenty Years, Tends To Wear Out Your Spectator.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

With God, What Is Terrible Is That One Never Knows Whether It's Not Just A Trick Of The Devil.

Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.