Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.

The fashions we call English in Paris are French in London, and vice versa. Franco-British hostility vanishes when it comes to questions of words and clothing. God save the King is a tune composed by Lully for a chorus in a play by Racine.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

A woman in the depths of despair proves so persuasive that she wrenches the forgiveness lurking deep in the heart of her lover. This is all the more true when that woman is young, pretty, and so decollete as to emerge from the neck of her gown in the costume of Eve.

Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.

Evasion is unworthy of us, and is always the intimate of equivocation.

A vocation is born to us all; happily most of us meet promptly our twin,--occupation.