Edith Piaf

(Ginger and Fred, 11 March 2012)

In a city's variety, there is hope, to which one tends to cling, irrationally, happily. A city may succeed even if it supplies only aesthetics; much of the rest can be imagined and realised individually.

The promise of a life is the chance---however improbable---of being called upon. This chance keeps one alert and alive. Because of the prospect of responding to this chance, one values liberty.

The greatest compliment is trust. It dresses lightly.