Misfortune Does Not Help Us To Believe.

It Was Like The Eve Of A Battle; The Hearts Beat, The Eyes Laughed, And They Felft That The Life They Were Perhaps Going To Lose, Was After All, A Good Thing.

So He Went Down, Smiling Sceptically And Mutter The Final Word In Human Wisdom: 'perhaps!

I Came To Paris With Four écus In My Pocket, And I’d Have Fought With Anybody Who Told Me I Was In No Condition To Buy The Louvre.

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!

When You Compare The Sorrows Of Real Life To The Pleasures Of The Imaginary One, You Will Never Want To Live Again, Only To Dream Forever.