Any Cigar Smoker Is A Friend, Because

What I Need Is A Woman Who Is Something, Anything: Either Very Beautiful Or Very Kind Or In The Last Resort Very Wicked; Very Witty Or Very Stupid, But Something.

I Could Not Clearly Distinguish What Was Passing In My Head; It Seemed To Me That I Was Under The Influence Of A Horrible Dream And That I Had But To Awake To Find Myself Cured; At Times It Seemed That My Entire Life Had Been A Dream, Ridiculous And Childish, The Falseness Of Which Had Just Been Disclosed.

The Only True Language In The World Is A Kiss.

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.

Disgrace Is The Synonym Of Discovery.