All Poetry Like Every Work Of Art

Manners Are The Hypocrisy Of A Nation.

Le Bonheur Engloutit Nos Forces, Comme Le Malheur E Teint Nos Vertus. Happiness Engulfs Our Strength, Just As Misfortune Extinguishes Our Virtues.

To Get A Traveling Salesman Drunk Is The Height Of Impossibility.

The Art Of Motherhood Involves Much Silent, Unobtrusive Self-denial, An Hourly Devotion Which Finds No Detail Too Minute.

All Happiness Depends On Courage And Work.