It's odd how people waiting for you stand out far less clearly than people you are waiting for.

Death is the next step after the pension-it's perpetual retirement without pay.

Each day the worst of our faults, our deficiencies, our crimes, the truth of our lives, is stifled under a triple layer of forgetfulness, death and the ordinary course of justice.

Everyone always dies for his country. If you have lived in it, well and wisely and actively, you die for it too.

In times of death and famine, reason is on the side of the priests-who have their own kind of logic which cries for miracles and, on occasion, invents them.

I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.

Since I love you, my loneliness begins to throw you.