Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of

Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

Il Y Aura Toujours Un Chien Perdu Quelque Part Qui M'empe" Chera D'e" Tre Heureux. There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Prevent Me Being Happy.

I Don't Want People To Love Me. It Makes For Obligations.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.