To stroll is a science, it is the gastronomy of the eye. To walk is to vegetate, to stroll is to live.... To stroll is to enjoy, it is to assume a mind-set, it is to admire the sublime pictures of unhappiness, of love, of joy, of graceful or grotesque portraits; it is to plunge one's vision to the depths of a thousand existences: young, it is to desire everything; old, it is to live the life of the young, to marry their passions.

Discouragement is of all ages: In youth it is a presentiment, in old age a remembrance.

All happiness depends on courage and work.

Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.

The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.

Coffee falls into the stomach... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...