To Be Happy, A Man Must Love

A Creole Woman Is Like A Child, She Wants To Possess Everything Immediately; Like A Child, She Would Set Fire To A House In Order To Fry An Egg. In Her Languor, She Thinks Of Nothing; When Passionately Aroused, She Thinks Of Any Act Possible Or Impossible.

Vivacity Is The Health Of The Spirit.

The Mind, Too, Has Its Regimen. It Needs Gymnastics, Just Like The Body Does.

A Lover Always Thinks Of His Mistress First And Himself Second; With A Husband It Runs The Other Way.

Does Anyone Know Where These Gondolas Of Paris Come From? [fr., Ne Sait On Pas Ou Viennent Ces Gondoles Parisiennes?]