January, month of empty pockets! Let us endure this evil month, anxiou >>
It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanism of >>
Shall we never have done with that cliche, so stupid that it could onl >>
We die as often as we lose a friend. >>
I didn't find my friends; the good Lord gave them to me. >>
Every deed and every relationship is surrounded by an atmosphere of si >>
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.