The Bourgeois Are Other People.

Add Two Letters Two Paris And It's Paradise.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

When The Defects Of Others Are Perceived With So Much Clarity, It Is Because One Possesses Them Oneself.

The Horse Is The Only Animal Into Which One Can Bang Nails.

I Find That When I Do Not Think Of Myself I Do Not Think At All.