Knyaz

Those aren’t balls, those are sacred golden domes

It's not that i'm losing my mind, i'm just exhausted from the summer. You reach into the drawer for a shirt, and just like that, the whole day is wasted. A routine audit of my files has uncovered a moldy sketch. It’s been sitting there for three months… well, hello there

On passe son temps à mourir À petit feu et sans rien dire Toujours optimiste, tu vois? J'ai lâché la bonde au chagrin Je pleurerai jusqu'à demain Comme les hommes pleurent parfois

If any of you find Talleyrand’s wife hanging in the street, tell everyone it was ME who killed her!

They’re just going to come and just hang the local administration.

"That chest hair of yours needs to go." "Start with your own trashy mustache."

This is how it ends for every jacobin

"You never spoke of me with such vitriol. Is Duke N really that much more interesting to you? I’m hurt… I might actually get jealous in a second." (Stifling a laugh) "Talleyrand, shut your mouth."

"What’s she writing to you?" "That i can always lean on her arm." "You have MINE." "Come now, Fouché… that’s quite enough."

"Just tell them to ##### and ######## #### #####." "The last time I took your advice, I got exiled to the pigsties." "Don't worry, I'll be there to hold your hand!"