Seeking Revenge: What A Lack Of Foresight.

If Only Art Were As Rare As Good Taste.

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.

Paris Has Always Seemed To Me To Be The Only City In Which One Can Live As One Sees Fit.

The Past Is Such A Subtle Thing. [but] In The End, Nothing Else Exists, Everything Is Made Of The Past, Even The Future.

Being Bilingual Is Like Having A Wife And A Mistress. One Can Never Be Sure Of Either.