What You Call Types Of Mind Are

Passion Is The Salt Of Life, And That At The Times When We Are Under Its Spell This Salt Is Indispensable To Us, Even If We Have Got Along Very Well Without It Before.

Happiness Has Always Seemed To Me A Great Achievement.

Money May Not Buy Happiness, But I'd Rather Cry In A Jaguar Than On A Bus.

I Was Thinking That I Should Be Content To Kiss Him Until The Break Of Day. Bertrand Ran Out Of Kisses Too Soon; Desire Made Them Superfluous In His Eyes. They Were Only A Stage On The Road To Pleasure, Not Something Inexhaustible And Self-sufficient, As Luc Had Revealed Them To Me.

Marriage? It's Like Asparagus Eaten With Vinaigrette Or Hollandaise, A Matter Of Taste But Of No Importance.