A Breath Of Paris Preserves The Soul.

Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like A Drop Of Dew On A Flower.

I Repeat, Whether We Be Italians Or Frenchmen, Misery Concerns Us All.

No One Can Keep A Secret Better Than A Child.

At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die, Let The Wine Of Friendship Never Run Dry

It Is The Peculiarity Of Grief To Bring Out The Childish Side Of Man.