There Are Connoisseurs Of Blue Just As

Be Happy. It's One Way Of Being Wise.

But What Is The Heart, Madame? It's Worth Less Than People Think. It's Quite Accommodating, It Accepts Anything. You Give It Whatever You Have, It's Not Very Particular. But The Body... Ha! That's Something Else Again! It Has A Cultivated Taste, As They Say, It Knows What It Wants. A Heart Doesn't Choose, And One Always Ends Up By Loving.

If I Can't Have Too Many Truffles, I'll Do Without Truffles.

There Are No Ordinary Cats.

To A Poet, Silence Is An Acceptable Response, Even A Flattering One.