Power Is Action; The Electoral Principle Is

Love Is A Religion, And Its Rituals Cost More Than Those Of Other Religions. It Goes By Quickly And, Like A Street Urchin, It Likes To Mark Its Passage By A Trail Of Devastation.

Society Proceeds Like The Ocean. After A Disaster, It Resume Its Wonted Level And Rhythms; Its Devouring Interests Efface All Traces Of Damage.

When There Is An Old Maid In The House, A Watchdog Is Unnecessary.

Journalism Is A Giant Catapult Set In Motion By Pigmy Hatreds.

Show Me The Woman, However Loyal, Who Does Not Seek To Rouse Desire.