Any Man Who Does Not Have His

Fortune Loves To Give Bedroom Slippers To People With Wooden Legs, And Gloves To Those With No Hands.

To Extract Beauty From One's Own Milieu Is One Of The Most Difficult Tasks Of Art.

Eyes So Transparent That Through Them The Soul Is Seen.

Whatever May Have Been Said Of The Satiety Of Pleasure And Of The Disgust Which Usually Follows Passion, Any Man Who Has Anything Of A Heart And Who Is Not Wretchedly And Hopelessly Blasé Feels His Love Increased By His Happiness, And Very Often The Best Way To Retain A Lover Ready To Leave Is To Give One's Self Up To Him Without Reserve.

I Am A Man For Whom The Outside World Exists.