There Will Always Be A Lost Dog

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

Until The Day Of His Death No Man Can Be Sure Of His Courage.

One Cannot Weep For The Entire World, It Is Beyond Human Strength. One Must Choose.

Everything Ends This Way In France — Everything. Weddings, Christenings, Duels, Burials, Swindlings, Diplomatic Affairs — Everything Is A Pretext For A Good Dinner.

Oh, Love Is Real Enough; You Will Find It Someday, But It Has One Archenemy - And That Is Life.