One Christmas my father kept our tree up till March. He hated to see it go. I loved that.
Happiness consists not in having much but in being content with little.
We never respect those who amuse us however we may smile at their comic...
Who could look on these monuments without reflecting on the vanity of mortals...
Here Fashion is a despot and no one dreams of evading its dictates.
Those allies who failed to join us will regret it. They're making a...
One cannot be prepared for something while secretly believing it will not...
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only...
