Outside Of Paris, There Is No Hope

I Feed On Good Soup, Not Beautiful Language.

The Only People Who Can Be Excused For Letting A Bad Book Loose On The World Are The Poor Devils Who Have To Write For A Living.

As The Purpose Of Comedy Is To Correct The Vices Of Men, I See No Reason Why Anyone Should Be Exempt.

Solitude Terrifies The Soul At Twenty.

You Are A Fool In Four Letters, My Son.