There Will Always Be A Lost Dog

Chacun De Nous A Un Jour, Plus Ou Moins Triste, Plus Ou Moins Lointain, O U' Il Doit Enfin Accepter D'e" Tre Un Homme. There Will Come A Day For Each Of Us, More Or Less Sad, More Or Less Distant, Whenwe Must Accept The Condition Of Being Human.

Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It Is Open, One Must Write.

Each Of Us Has A Day .. When He Has To Accept, Finally, The Fact That He Is A Man.

Poor Little Men, Poor Little Cocks! As Soon As They're Old Enough, They Swell Their Plumage To Be Conquerors. If They Only Knew That It's Enough To Be Just A Little Bit Wounded And Sad In Order To Obtain Everything Without Fighting For It.

Every Man Thinks God Is On His Side. The Rich And Powerful Know He Is.