Genius, Whether Locked Up In A Cell

We Do Not Precisely Enjoy Liberty At The Figaro. M. De Latouche, Our Worthy Director (ah! You Should Know The Fellow), Is Always Hanging Over Us, Cutting, Pruning, Right Or Wrong, Imposing Upon Us His Whims, His Aberrations, His Fancies, And We Have To Write As He Bids.

A Cigar Numbs Sorrow And Fills The Solitary Hours With A Million Gracious Images.

... When We Are Misunderstood It Is Always Our Own Fault. What The Reader Wants Most Of All Is To Be Able To Grasp What We Think; But You Loftily Refuse To Comply.

Guard Well Within Yourself That Treasure, Kindness. Know How To Give Without Hesitation, How To Lose Without Regret, How To Acquire Without Meanness.

Know How To Replace In Your Heart, By The Happiness Of Those You Love, The Happiness That May Be Wanting To Yourself