Our Heart Is A Treasury; If You

Nothing Is Unimportant To A Man Plunged In Despair. He Is As Credulous As A Criminal Sentenced To Death Who Listens To A Lunatic Raving To Him About How He Can Escape Through The Keyhole.

True Love Rules Especially Through Memory.

Your Women Of Fashion Ceases To Be A Woman. She Is Neither Mother, Nor Wife, Nor Lover. She Is, Medically Speaking, Sex On The Brain.

A Lover Always Thinks Of His Mistress First And Himself Second; With A Husband It Runs The Other Way.

Doubt Follows White-winged Hope With Trembling Steps.