I think myself I ought to be shot for writing such nonsense.... But it's unquestionably good escapist literature and I think I should rather like it if I were sitting in an air-raid shelter or recovering from flu.

As soon as one promises not to do something, it becomes the one thing above all others that one most wishes to do.

Of course she is a fool, but so are all girls.

I do not want a boy. I only want Monseigneur!

Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.

I comfort myself with the reflection that your wife will possibly be able to curb your desire--I admit, a natural one for the most part--to exterminate your fellows.

I don't know how it is...but you seem to think me something wonderful, and indeed, I am not.