The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.

Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them.

There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.

If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

I am going to enjoy life in Paris I know. It is so human and there is something noble in the city... It is a real city, old and fine and life plays in it for everybody to see.