What Is Glory? It Is To Have

The Deplorable Mania Of Doubt Exhausts Me. I Doubt About Everything, Even My Doubts.

La Parole Humaine Est Comme Un Chaudron Fe" Le O U' Nous Battons Des Me Lodies A' Faire Danser Les Ours, Quand On Voudrait Attendrir Les E Toiles. Human Speech Is Like A Cracked Kettle On Which We Beat Out Tunes For Bears To Dance To, When All The Time We Are Longing To Move The Stars To Pity.

The Cult Of Art Gives Pride; One Never Has Too Much Of It.

Talent Is Long Patience.

Madame Aubain's Servant Felicite Was The Envy Of The Ladies Of Pont-l'eveque For Half A Century.