As A Rule, Only The Poor Are

One Day, About The Middle Of July 1838, One Of The Carriages, Lately Introduced To Paris Cabstands, And Known As Milords, Was Driving Down The Rue De L'universite, Conveying A Stout Man Of Middle Height In The Uniform Of A Captain Of The National Guard.

Solitude Is Fine, But You Need Someone To Tell You That Solitude Is Fine.

When She Lives At His Palace, The Maiden Niece Of A Bishop Can Pass For A Respectable Woman Because, If She Has A Love Affair, She Is Obliged To Hoodwink Her Uncle.

Where Poverty Ceases, Avarice Begins.

But Does Not Happiness Come From The Soul Within?