Nothing Makes People Crosser Than Being Considered

Surely A King Who Loves Pleasure Is Less Dangerous Than One Who Loves Glory?

Paris In The Early Morning Has A Cheerful, Bustling Aspect, A Promise Of Delicious Things To Come, A Positive Smell Of Coffee And Croissants, Quite Peculiar To Itself. The People Welcome A New Day As If They Were Certain Of Liking It, The Shopkeepers Pull Up Their Blinds Serene In The Expectation Of Good Trade, The Workers Go Happily To Their Work, The People Who Have Sat Up All Night In Night-clubs Go Happily To Their Rest, The Orchestra Of Motor-car Horns, Of Clanking Trams, Of Whistling Policemen Tunes Up For The Daily Symphony, And Everywhere Is Joy.

When The Loo Paper Gets Thicker And The Writing Paper Thinner, It's Always A Bad Sign, At Home.

Sun, Silence, And Happiness.

There Are Worse Things Than Poverty, Though I Can't For The Moment Remember What They Are.