In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?

Jesus died to save men - a small thing for an immortal to do - and didn't save many, anyway. But if he had been damned for the race, that would have been act of a size proper to a god, and would have saved the whole race.

When a man arrives at great prosperity God did it: when he falls into disaster he did it himself.

Happiness ain't a thing in itself -it's only a contrast with something that ain't pleasant. And so, as soon as the novelty is over and the force of the contrast dulled, it ain't happiness any longer, and you have to get something fresh.

I find that the further I go back, the better things were, whether they happened or not.

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