I Am Not Deep, But I Am

The Privilege Of Feeling At Home Everywhere Belongs Only To Kings, Wolves And Robbers.

We Are Never Either So Wretched Or So Happy As We Say We Are.

Genuine Sorrows Are Very Tranquil In Appearance In The Deep Bed They Have Dug For Themselves. But, Seeming To Slumber, They Corrode The Soul Like That Frightful Acid Which Penetrates Crystal.

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.

The More You Judge, The Less You Love.