Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.

Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.

Everything really desirable has come about because of, or in spite of, wine!

Music is only love looking for words.

It is the duty of every patriot to hate his country creatively.

You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.

The national characteristics... the restless metaphysical curiosity, the tenderness of good living and the passionate individualism. This is the invisible constant in a place with which the ordinary tourist can get in touch just by sitting quite quietly over a glass of wine in a Paris bistro.