The Art Of Motherhood Involves Much Silent,

Finance, Like Time, Devours Its Own Children.

We Flew Back Home Like Swallows. 'is It Happiness That Makes Us So Light?' Agathe Asked.

Woman Is A Delightful Instrument Of Pleasure, But It Is Necessary To Know Its Trembling Strings, To Study The Position Of Them, The Timid Keyboard, The Fingering So Changeful And Capricious Which Befits It.

It's Catastrophies Which Turn Wise And Strong People Into Philosophers.

Some Day You Will Find Out That There Is Far More Happiness In Another's Happiness Than In Your Own.