Surely a King who loves pleasure is less dangerous than one who loves glory?
Life itself, she thought, as she went upstairs to dress for dinner, was stranger than dreams and far, far more disordered.
Sun, silence, and happiness.
In France that is the one rule, never make trouble.
If one can't be happy, one must be amused.
It's a funny thing that people are always ready to admit it if they've no talent for drawing or music, whereas everyone imagines that they themselves are capable of true love, which is a talent like any other, only far more rare.