Those Who Spend Too Fast Never Grow

Love, According To Our Contemporary Poets, Is A Privilege Which Two Beings Confer Upon One Another, Whereby They May Mutually Cause One Another Much Sorrow Over Absolutely Nothing.

Women, When They Have Made A Sheep Of A Man, Always Tell Him That He Is A Lion With A Will Of Iron.

Love Is Perhaps No More Than Gratitude For Pleasure.

Whoever Does Not Visit Paris Regularly Will Never Really Be Elegant.

When Religion And Royalty Are Swept Away, The People Will Attack The Great, And After The Great, They Will Fall Upon The Rich.