Hatred Like Love Feeds On The Merest

Self-interest Is An Ineffable Feeling Which Shall Follow Us Into God's Very Presence Since They Say There Is A Hierarchy Even Among The Holy Saints.

The Monotony Of Provincial Life Attracts The Attention Of People To The Kitchen. You Do Not Dine As Luxuriously In The Provinces As In Paris, But You Dine Better, Because The Dishes Serve You Are The Result Of Mediation And Study.

To Have Fame Follow Us Is Well, But It Is Not A Desirable Avant-courier.

Marriage Must Incessantly Contend With A Monster That Devours Everything: Familiarity.

Today Nobility Is Gone: There Is Only A Peerage.