War! When I but think of this word, I feel bewildered, as though they were speaking to me of sorcery, of the Inquisition, of a distant, finished, abominable, monstrous, unnatural thing. When they speak to us of cannibals, we smile proudly, as we proclaim our superiority to these savages. Who are the real savages? Those who struggle in order to eat those whom they vanquish, or those who struggle merely to kill?

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

Military men are the scourges of the world.

You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.