I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.

Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.

If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.

The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.