What Isn’t Clear, Isn’t French.

To Lose One's Self In Reverie, One Must Be Either Very Happy, Or Very Unhappy. Reverie Is The Child Of Extremes.

The Mischief Of Children Is Seldom Actuated By Malice; That Of Grown-up People Always Is.

In General, Indulgence For Those We Know Is Rarer Than Pity For Those We Know Not.

A Fool May Have His Coat Embroidered With Gold, But It Is A Fool's Coat Still.

What Isn’t Clear, Isn’t French.