
Ne souris pas !

Happiness is the reward of industry and labor.
The urge to merge with the splurge of the spring
You don’t have to sing for me, just whistle
A beauty still more beautiful in death
(“Tu marches sur des morts, Beauté, dont tu te moques”, Baudelaire, Hymne à la beauté)
When a man’s riding high, the ground comes up and hits him a lot harder when he falls
Pick that up, the mountains don’t need your trash
Oh my God he doesn’t flog the dolphin before a big date!
Tell me you spank the monkey before any big date.
Are you crazy? That’s like going out there with a loaded gun!
Alright I think you’re all set. So just go clean the pipes and lets go.
You little scumbag ! I’ve got your name ! I’ve got your ass ! You will now laugh ! You will not cry ! You will learn by the numbers. I will teach you
Kid, you’ve got an awful lot to learn