In fact living is dying.

Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: 'Quick! Quick! Quick!' And the more she destroys, the more she is renewed.

Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.

Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food

...A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.

Champagne... the wine of kings, the king of wines

It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.