In France we can cauterize wounds but we do not yet know any remedy for the injuries inflicted by a bon mot.
Honore de BalzacRare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival.
Honore de BalzacCoffee 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...
Honore de Balzac