Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave.

Chacun De Nous A Un Jour, Plus Ou Moins Triste, Plus Ou Moins Lointain, O U' Il Doit Enfin Accepter D'e" Tre Un Homme. There Will Come A Day For Each Of Us, More Or Less Sad, More Or Less Distant, Whenwe Must Accept The Condition Of Being Human.

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me

Until The Day Of His Death No Man Can Be Sure Of His Courage.

God! Is There Anything Uglier Than A Frightened Man!

In Matters Of Money There's No Such Thing As Enough.