Talent Is A Flame, But Genius Is

Few Men Are Raised In Our Estimation By Being Too Closely Examined.

I Can No Longer Think Of Anything But You. In Spite Of Myself, My Imagination Carries Me To You. I Grasp You, I Kiss You, I Caress You, A Thousand Of The Most Amorous Caresses Take Possession Of Me.

Good Befalls Us While We Sleep, Sometimes.

One Exits With One's Husband -- One Lives With One's Lover.

La Femme Marie E Est Un Esclave Qu'il Faut Savoir Mettre Sur Un Tro" N E. A Married Woman Is A Slave Whom One Must Put On A Throne.