Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.
I believe that two and two are four and that four and four are eight.
No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.
The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.
I would like to be like my father and all the rest of my ancestors who never married.
My heavens! I've been talking prose for the last forty years without knowing it.