What The Eye Does Not See, The

Passion, You See, Can Be Destroyed By A Doctor. It Cannot Be Created.

You Have Your Words, And I Have Mine.

Watching Italian Opera, All Those Male Sopranos Screeching, Stupid Fat Couples Rolling Their Eyes About. That's Not Love, It's Just Rubbish.

It's An Extraordinary Thing About Mozart Is That You Never Tire Of Him... He Never Bores Me, And He Doesn't... Not Only Bore Me, That's Too Strong A Word.

Figaro Is A Bad Play. It Stirs Up Hatred Between The Classes. In France, It Has Caused Nothing But Bitterness. My Own Dear Sister,antoinette, Writes Me That She Is Beginning To Be Frightened Of Her Own People.