The More One Judges, The Less One

Glory Is The Sunshine Of The Dead

Let Us Leave The Cure Of Public Evils To Those Quacks, The Statesmen.

I Believe In The Incomprehensibility Of God.

Lofty Souls Are Always Inclined To Make A Virtue Of Misfortune.

For Businessmen, The World Is A Bale Of Banknotes In Circulation; For Most Young Men, It Is A Woman; For Some Women, It Is A Man; And For Others It May Be A Salon, A Coterie, A Part Of Town Or A Whole City.