Any Cigar Smoker Is A Friend, Because

One Must Not Trifle With Love

... But One Loves, And When One Is On The Brink Of Death, One Turns Around To Look Backward, And One Says To Oneself: "i Have Often Suffered, I Have Sometimes Been Wrong, But I Have Loved.

A Lively Retrospect Summons Back To Us Once More Our Youth, With Vivid Reflex Of Its Early Joys And Unstained Pleasures.

The Life Of A Devotee Is A Crusade Of Which The Heart Is The Holy Land.

Take Time As It Comes, The Wind As It Blows, Woman As She Is.