Art Is The Accomplice Of Love.

Women Still Remember The First Kiss After Men Have Forgotten The Last.

A Definition Is A Sack Of Flour Compressed Into A Thimble

The Pleasure Of Being A Scoundrel Can Be Adequately Savored In Silence.

To Know What Everyone Knows Is To Know Nothing.

Man, In Spite Of His Tendency Towards Mendacity, Has A Great Respect For What He Calls The Truth. Truth Is His Staff In His Voyage Through Life; Commonplaces Are The Bread In His Bag And The Wine In His Jug.