Earth Has Its Boundaries, But Human Stupidity

The Style, Which Is Something I Take To Heart, Is Getting On My Nerves Horribly. It Frustrates And Torments Me. I Have Days When Iam Sick About It And Nights When It Gives Me A Fever. The More I Go At It The More I Find Myself Incapable Of Conveying The Idea.

Women Want You To Deceive Them: They Force You To, And If You Resist, They Blame You.

Madame Aubain's Servant Felicite Was The Envy Of The Ladies Of Pont-l'eveque For Half A Century.

I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not Feel That I Am Their Fellow At All

She Wanted To Die, But She Also Wanted To Live In Paris.