She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.
She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse.
War: that mad game the world so loves to play.
It often happens that, if a lie be believed only for an hour, it has done its work, and there is no further occasion for it.
If a lump of soot falls into the soup and you cannot conveniently get it out, stir it well in and it will give the soup a French taste.
They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.