Oh, How Fine It Is To Know

Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope For The Cultured.

It Is Good Food And Not Fine Words That Keeps Me Alive.

All The Satires Of The Stage Should Be Viewed Without Discomfort. They Are Public Mirrors, Where We Are Never To Admit That We Seeourselves; One Admits To A Fault When One Is Scandalized By Its Censure.

I Might, By Chance, Write Something Just As Shoddy; But Then I Wouldn't Show It To Everybody.

All The Power Is With The Sex That Wears The Beard.