Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope

Malicious Tongues Spread Their Poison Abroad And Nothing Here Below Is Proof Against Them.

And With His Arms Crossed He Looks Pityingly Down From His Spiritual Height On Everything That Anyone Says.

Deference And Intimacy Live Far Apart.

All Which Is Not Prose Is Verse; And All Which Is Not Verse Is Prose.

I Would Like To Be Like My Father And All The Rest Of My Ancestors Who Never Married.