Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

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...

The more you judge, the less you love.

I am a galley slave to pen and ink.

A year at the breast is quite enough; children who are suckled longer are said to grow stupid, and I am all for popular sayings.

The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.