Solitude Does Not Consist In Living Alone;

Great Ladies ... Are Like The Best Sauces -- It Is Better Not To Know How They Are Made.

While All Is New, All Is Beautiful. That Is A Well-known Song. Yes, And The Next Day The Air Changes Into Another One Equally Well Known.

The Poor Are The Human Manure In Which Grow The Harvests Of Life, The Harvests Of Joy Which The Rich Reap.

When One Tears Away The Veils And Shows Them Naked, People's Souls Give Off Such A Pungent Smell Of Decay.

Murder Is Born Of Love, And Love Attains The Greatest Intensity In Murder.