Beautiful December Grapes, Blue As Plums, Every

Be Happy. It's One Way Of Being Wise.

The Faults Of Husbands Are Often Caused By The Excess Virtues Of Their Wives.

To A Poet, Silence Is An Acceptable Response, Even A Flattering One.

Voluptuaries, Consumed By Their Senses, Always Begin By Flinging Themselves With A Great Display Of Frenzy Into An Abyss. But They Survive, They Come To The Surface Again. And They Develop A Routine Of The Abyss: It's Four O Clock. At Five I Have My Abyss.

There Are Connoisseurs Of Blue Just As There Are Connoisseurs Of Wine.