These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here

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.

If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.

Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

Oh, that's typical of you modern young men; you've nibbled at science and it's made you ill, because you've not been able to satisfy that old craving for the absolute that you absorbed in your nurseries. You'd like science to give you all the answers at one go, whereas we're only just beginning to understand it, and it'll probably never be anything but an eternal quest. And so you repudiate science, you fall back on religion, and religion won't have you any more. Then you relapse into pessimism...Yes, it's the disease of our age, of the end of the century: you're all inverted Werthers.