Grammar, Which Knows How To Control Even

Birth Is Nothing Where Virtue Is Not

It Is Good Food And Not Fine Words That Keeps Me Alive.

Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope For The Cultured.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush. [fr., L'innocence A Rougir N'est Point Accoutumee.]

People Don't Mind Being Mean; But They Never Want To Be Ridiculous.