Any Cigar Smoker Is A Friend, Because

Nothing Is A Sin When You Obey The Orders Of A Priest

Things They Don't Understand Always Cause A Sensation Among The English.

Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives

Look At The Sun! It’s Dry, It’s Dead, It Needs A Drink, It Wants Blood! And I’ll Give It Blood!

Alas, Everything That Men Say To One Another Is Alike; The Ideas They Exchange Are Almost Always The Same, In Their Conversation. But Inside All Those Isolated Machines, What Hidden Recesses, What Secret Compartments! It Is An Entire World That Each One Carries Within Him, An Unknown World That Is Born And Dies In Silence! What Solitudes All These Human Bodies Are!