Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.

If someone were to tell me I had twenty years left, and ask me how I'd like to spend them, I'd reply 'Give me two hours a day of activity, and I'll take the other twenty-two in dreams.'

Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.

Repeat, over and over again, in case anyone forgets it or believes the contrary, that we do not live in the best of all possible worlds.

Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.

Mystery is the basic element of all works of art.

The decline of the aperitif may well be one of the most depressing phenomena of our time.