Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

Life Consists Of Nothing More Than The Happiness We Can Get Out Of It.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.

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

We Have Found Other Terms Far Less Vague Than The Old Ones To Designate The Same Complaints. It's A Great Advance Linguistically.