Ah! The Soft Starlight Of Virgin Eyes.

Love Is Like Some Fresh Spring, First A Stream And Then A River, Changing Its Aspect And Its Nature As It Flows To Plunge Itself In Some Boundless Ocean, Where Restricted Natures Only Find Monotony, But Where Great Souls Are Engulfed In Endless Contemplation.

Forgetting Is The Great Secret Of Strong And Creative Lives.

The Fashions We Call English In Paris Are French In London, And Vice Versa. Franco-british Hostility Vanishes When It Comes To Questions Of Words And Clothing. God Save The King Is A Tune Composed By Lully For A Chorus In A Play By Racine.

We Cannot Confront Solitude Without Moral Resources.

Sometimes At The Best Moments A Single Word Or A Look Is Enough.'