Sun, Silence, And Happiness.

Paris In The Early Morning Has A Cheerful, Bustling Aspect, A Promise Of Delicious Things To Come, A Positive Smell Of Coffee And Croissants, Quite Peculiar To Itself. The People Welcome A New Day As If They Were Certain Of Liking It, The Shopkeepers Pull Up Their Blinds Serene In The Expectation Of Good Trade, The Workers Go Happily To Their Work, The People Who Have Sat Up All Night In Night-clubs Go Happily To Their Rest, The Orchestra Of Motor-car Horns, Of Clanking Trams, Of Whistling Policemen Tunes Up For The Daily Symphony, And Everywhere Is Joy.

Chickens Are Cheerless Birds, I Advise You To Keep Geese Which Can Be Taught To Follow Like Dogs, One Needs All The Companionship One Can Get In These Days.

Surely A King Who Loves Pleasure Is Less Dangerous Than One Who Loves Glory?

The Worst Of Being A Communist Is The Parties You May Go To Are - Well - Awfully Funny And Touching But Not Very Gay...i Don't See The Point Of Sad Parties, Do You? And Left-wing People Are Always Sad Because They Mind Dreadfully About Their Causes, And The Causes Are Always Going So Badly.

Nothing Makes People Crosser Than Being Considered Too Old For Love.