In Matters Of Money There's No Such

In Your Efforts To Dazzle Us Your Reasoning Has Gone Awry. You Know Very Well That Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Beauty Is One Of The Rare Things That Do Not Lead To Doubt Of God.

Poor Little Men, Poor Little Cocks! As Soon As They're Old Enough, They Swell Their Plumage To Be Conquerors. If They Only Knew That It's Enough To Be Just A Little Bit Wounded And Sad In Order To Obtain Everything Without Fighting For It.

The Only Immorality Is Not To Do What One Has To Do When One Has To Do It.

Listen, My Friend, There Are Two Races Of Beings. The Masses Teeming And Happy - Common Clay, If You Like - Eating, Breeding, Working, Counting Their Pennies; People Who Just Live; Ordinary People; People You Can't Imagine Dead. And Then There Are The Others - The Noble Ones, The Heroes. The Ones You Can Quite Well Imagine Lying Shot, Pale And Tragic; One Minute Triumphant With A Guard Of Honor, And The Next Being Marched Away Between Two Gendarmes