I Am Not Proud, But I Am

Happiness Is Like Those Palaces In Fairy Tales Whose Gates Are Guarded By Dragons: We Must Fight In Order To Conquer It.

What I’ve Loved Most After You, Is Myself: That Is, My Dignity And That Strength Which Made Me Superior To Other Men. That Strength Was My Life. You’ve Broken It With A Word, So I Must Die.

As A General Rule...people Ask For Advice Only In Order Not To Follow It; Or If They Do Follow It, In Order To Have Someone To Blame For Giving It.

In Every Country Where Independence Has Taken The Place Of Liberty, The First Desire Of A Manly Heart Is To Possess A Weapon Which At Once Renders Him Capable Of Defence Or Attack, And, By Rendering Its Owner Fearsome, Makes Him Feared.

The Air In Provence Is Impregnated With The Aroma Of Garlic, Which Makes It Very Healthful To Breathe.