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

We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.

The English have only three sauces - a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It's the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered

In fact living is dying.

And taking her friend’s hand, she put it on her breast, on that firm round covering of a woman’s heart which the male often finds so satisfying that he makes no attempt to find what lies beneath it.