She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

To be simple is no small matter.

DOCTOR. Always preceded by 'The good'. Among men, in familiar conversation, 'Oh! balls, doctor!' Is a wizard when he enjoys your confidence, a jack-ass when you're no longer on terms. All are materialists: 'you can't probe for faith with a scalpel.'

Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart.

By dint of railing at idiots, one runs the risk of becoming an idiot oneself.

The cult of art gives pride; one never has too much of it.

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.