Some Men Like To Make A Little

Rien N'est Vrai Que Ce Qu'on Ne Dit Pas. Nothing Is True Except That Which Is Unsaid.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.