How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!

If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?

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

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

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.

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