We Have Drugs To Make Women Speak,

You Think You Are Dying For Your Country; You Die For The Industrialists.

Yet, Every Now And Then, There Would Pass A Young Girl, Slender, Fair And Desirable, Arousing In Young Men A Not Ignoble Desire To Possess Her, And Stirring In Old Men Regrets For Ecstasy Not Seized And Now Forever Past.

A Woman Without Breasts Is Like A Bed Without Pillows.

Unhappiness Does Make People Look Stupid.

The Truth Is That Life Is Delicious, Horrible, Charming, Frightful, Sweet, Bitter, And That Is Everything.