I Am Not Deep, But I Am

The Press Is Like A Woman: Sublime When It Lies, It Will Not Let Go Until It Has Forced You To Believe It. The Public, Like A Foolish Husband, Always Succumbs.

A Flow Of Words Is A Sure Sign Of Duplicity.

There Are No Principles; There Are Only Events. There Is No Good And Bad, There Are Only Circumstances.

Chance, My Dear, Is The Sovereign Deity In Child-bearing.

Nowhere But In France Are People So Strictly Observant Of Great Matters And So Disdainfully Indulgent About Small Ones.