Nothing Is Unimportant To A Man Plunged

For A Sick Man The World Begins At His Pillow And Ends At The Foot Of His Bed.

In France Everything Is A Matter For Jest. People Make Quips About The Scaffold, About Napoleon's Defeat On The Banks Of The Beresina, And About The Barricades Of Our Revolutions. So, At The Assizes Of The Last Judgment, There Will Always Be A Frenchmen To Crack A Joke.

People Who Climb From One Rung Of Society To Another Can Never Do Anything Simply.

The Privilege Of Feeling At Home Everywhere Belongs Only To Kings, Wolves And Robbers.

The Habits Of Life Form The Soul, And The Soul Forms The Physical Presence.