Nor will the sweetest delight of gardens afford much comfort in sleep; wherein the dullness of that sense shakes hands with delectable odours; and though in the bed of Cleopatra, can hardly with any delight raise up the ghost of a rose. – Sir Thomas Browne
In Paris, one is always reminded of being a foreigner. If you park your car wrong, it is not the fact that its on the sidewalk that matters, but the fact that you speak with an accent. – Roman Polanski
