Time, Which Wears Down And Diminishes All

Parisians Are So Besotted, So Silly And So Naturally Inept That A Street Player, A Seller Of Indulgences, A Mule With Its Cymbals,a Fiddler In The Middle Of A Crossroads, Will Draw More People Than Would A Good Evangelist Preacher.

If The Skies Fall, One May Hope To Catch Larks.

I Am Going To Seek A Great Perhaps.

I Know Of A Charm By Way Of A Prayer That Will Preserve A Man From The Violence Of Guns And All Manner Of Fire-weapons And Engines But It Will Do Me No Good Because I Do Not Believe It

A Good Intention Does Not Mean Honor. [fr., A Bon Entendeur Ne Faut Qu'un Parole.]