The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is

To Love Is The Half Of To Believe.

That Is The Explanation Of War, An Outrage By Humanity Upon Humanity In Despite Of Humanity.

A Man Without A Woman Is Like A Pistol Without A Trigger; It Is The Woman Who Makes The Man Go Off.

I Repeat, Whether We Be Italians Or Frenchmen, Misery Concerns Us All.

In Saying No To Progress, It Is Not The Future Which They Condemn, But Themselves. They Give Themselves A Melancholy Disease; They Inoculate Themselves With The Past. There Is But One Way Of Refusing Tomorrow, That Is To Die.