Poles offer a mobility like that of the wind that blows over the immense plains and marches of Poland. Show a Pole a precipice, and he will leap headlong over it.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

In painting, you can suddenly come upon something so huge that no-one can deal with it.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

I yield to your wishes. It is the privilege of the women whom we love more than they love us to make the men who love them ignore the ordinary rules of common-sense.

Pure herring oil is the port wine of English cats