I like reality. It tastes like bread.

Everything ends this way in France — everything. Weddings, christenings, duels, burials, swindlings, diplomatic affairs — everything is a pretext for a good dinner.

Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path

Beauty, real beauty, is something very grave. If there is a God, He must be partly that.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.

What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most exhilarating