La, Tout N’est Qu’ordre Et Beauté Luxe,

There Can Be No Progress-real, Moral Prgress-except In The Individual And By The Individual Himself.

A Sweetheart Is A Bottle Of Wine, A Wife Is A Wine Bottle.

It Is Time To Get Drunk! So As Not To Be The Martyred Slaves Of Time, Get Drunk; Get Drunk Without Stopping! On Wine, On Poetry, Or On Virtue, As You Wish.

The Life Of Our City Is Rich In Poetic And Marvelous Subjects. We Are Enveloped And Steeped As Though In An Atmosphere Of The Marvelous; But We Do Not Notice It.

Nations, Like Families, Have Great Men Only In Spite Of Themselves.