Men Die In Despair, While Spirits Die

The Man As He Converses Is The Lover; Silent, He Is The Husband.

Whoever Does Not Visit Paris Regularly Will Never Really Be Elegant.

Noble Hearts Are Neither Jealous Nor Afraid Because Jealousy Spells Doubt And Fear Spells Pettiness.

The Majority Of Husbands Remind Me Of An Orangutan Trying To Play The Violin.

All We Are Is In The Soul.