The fancies of wine are authentic events.

The fancies of wine are authentic events.

To kill someone, even treacherously is more manly than to wound a friend by betraying his confidence.

And it is true that life lacks the monotony of museums. There come days which seem worthy of being framed, but they are so full of conflicting sounds, of line and color and living, burning light that they never become tedious.

There are three things I always forget. Names, faces and... the third I can't remember.

Tears throw a veil over our faults and allow us to accuse fate without fear or contradiction.

Who knows whether, if I had given up smoking, I should really have become the strong perfect man I imagined? Perhaps it was this very doubt that bound me to my vice, because life is so much pleasanter if one is able to believe in one's own latent greatness