Obscurity and a competence—that is the life that is best worth living.

France has neither winter, nor summer, nor morals. France is miserable because it is filled with Frenchmen, and Frenchmen are miserable because they live in France.

I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.

How often we recall with regret that Napoleon once shot at a magazine editor and missed him and killed a publisher. But we remember with charity that his intentions were good.

France has neither winter nor summer nor morals. Apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.

I am quite sure now that often, very often, in matters concerning religion and politics a man's reasoning powers are not above the monkey's.

...fry me an optimist for breakfast.