The Air In Provence Is Impregnated With

I Love The Life You've Always Made So Sweet For Me And I'd Regret It If I Had To Die.' 'do You Mean To Say That If I Left You---' 'i'd Die, Yes.' 'then You Love Me?

To Be A Woman Condemned To A Wretched And Disgraceful Punishment Is No Impediment To Beauty, But It Is An Insurmountable Obstacle To Power. Like All Persons Of Real Genius, Her Ladyship Well Knew What Accorded With Her Nature And Her Means. Poverty Disgusted Her -subjection Deprived Her Of Two-thirds Of Her Greatness. Her Ladyship Was Only A Queen Amongst Queens: The Enjoyment Of Satisfied Pride Was Essential To Her Sway. To Command Beings Of An Inferior Nature, Was, To Her, Rather A Humiliation Than A Pleasure.

I Do Not Cling To Life Sufficiently To Fear Death.

I'm Sure You're Very Nice, But You'd Be Even Nicer If You Went Away.

Every Individual, From The Highest To The Lowest Degree, Has His Place In The Ladder Of Social Life, And Around Him Swirls A Little World Of Interests, Composed Of Stormy Passions And Conflicting Atoms