When She Raises Her Eyelids It's As

January, Month Of Empty Pockets! Let Us Endure This Evil Month, Anxious As A Theatrical Producer's Forehead.

A Pretty Little Collection Of Weaknesses And A Terror Of Spiders Are Our Indispensable Stock-in-trade With The Men...

You Do Not Notice Changes In What Is Always Before You.

The Day After That Wedding Night I Found That A Distance Of A Thousand Miles, Abyss And Discovery And Irremediable Metamorphosis, Separated Me From The Day Before.

If I Can't Have Too Many Truffles, I'll Do Without Truffles.