One Can Be Certain That Every Generally

If It Were Not For The Government, We Should Have Nothing To Laugh At In France.

Life Is A Malady In Which Sleep Soothes Us Every Sixteen Hours; It Is A Palliation; Death Is The Remedy.

The New Friends Whom We Make After Attaining A Certain Age And By Whom We Would Fain Replace Those Whom We Have Lost, Are To Our Old Friends What Glass Eyes, False Teeth And Wooden Legs Are To Real Eyes, Natrual Teeth And Legs Of Flesh And Bone.

In The Fine Arts, As In Many Other Things, We Know Well Only What We Have Not Learned.

If A Woman Were About To Proceed To Her Execution, She Would Demand A Little Time To Perfect Her Toilet.