French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.
A little too much is just enough for me.
Lack of manners is the sign of a hero.
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.