In Politics, My Dear Fellow, You Know,

The Air In Provence Is Impregnated With The Aroma Of Garlic, Which Makes It Very Healthful To Breathe.

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!

Those Born To Wealth, And Who Have The Means Of Gratifying Every Wish, Know Not What Is The Real Happiness Of Life, Just As Those Who Have Been Tossed On The Stormy Waters Of The Ocean On A Few Frail Planks Can Alone Realize The Blessings Of Fair Weather.

But Valentine, Why Despair, Why Always Paint The Future In Such Sombre Hues?" Maximilien Asked. "because, My Friend, I Judge It By The Past.

What I’ve Loved Most After You, Is Myself: That Is, My Dignity And That Strength Which Made Me Superior To Other Men. That Strength Was My Life. You’ve Broken It With A Word, So I Must Die.