Misery Is The Company Of Lawsuits.

When I Drink, I Think; And When I Think, I Drink.

The Dress Does Not Make The Monk. [fr., L'habit Ne Fait Le Moine.]

Parisians Are So Besotted, So Silly And So Naturally Inept That A Street Player, A Seller Of Indulgences, A Mule With Its Cymbals,a Fiddler In The Middle Of A Crossroads, Will Draw More People Than Would A Good Evangelist Preacher.

I Am Going To Seek A Great Purpose, Draw The Curtain, The Farce Is Played.

The Appetite Grows With Eating.