Une Danse Est Un Poe' Me. A

The Pit Of A Theatre Is The One Place Where The Tears Of Virtuous And Wicked Men Alike Are Mingled.

There Is Only One Virtue, Justice; Only One Duty, To Be Happy; Only One Corollary, Not To Overvalue Life And Not To Fear Death.

I Have Only A Small Flickering Light To Guide Me In The Darkness Of A Thick Forest. Up Comes A Theologian And Blows It Out.

There Are Things I Can't Force. I Must Adjust. There Are Times When The Greatest Change Needed Is A Change Of My Viewpoint.

I Have Not The Hope Of Being Immortal, Because The Desire Of It Has Not Given Me That Vanity.