A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.

Evil never goes unpunished, Monsieur. But the punishment is sometimes secret.

"Look here," I said, "people like to collect disasters."

how tedious is retirement! You cannot imagine to yourself the monotony with which day comes after day.

Words, mademoiselle, are only the outer clothing of ideas.

There are some people who don't conform to the signals. An ordinary well-regulated locomotive slows down or pulls up when it sees the red light hoisted against it. Perhaps I was born color blind. When I see the red signal -- I can't help forging ahead. And in the end, you know, that spells disaster.

One doesn't recognize the really important moments in one's life until it's too late.