The Sun Shines Upon Good And Bad

The Naive Was Only A Part Of My Fairy Tales; Humour Was The Real Salt In Them.

There Was Once A Bundle Of Matches, And They Were Frightfully Proud Because Of Their High Origin. Their Family Tree, That Is To Say The Great Pine Tree Of Which They Were Each A Little Splinter, Had Been The Giant Of The Forest.

My Life Will Be The Best Illustration Of All My Work.

How Little Do The Wisest Among Us Know Of That Which Is So Important To Us All.

Don't Ask Me How I Am! I Understand Nothing More!