If there were as great a scarcity of soil as of jewels or precious metals, there would not be a prince who would not spend a bushel of diamonds and rubies and a cartload of gold just to have enough earth to plant a jasmine in a little pot, or to sow an orange seed and watch it sprout, grow, and produce its handsome leaves, its fragrant flowers, and fine fruit.
Since i don't smoke, i decided to grow a mustache - it is better for the health. However, i always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, adolphe menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: "mustache? Mustache? Mustache?" nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.