You are a fool in four letters, my son.

Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were.

Music and dance are all you need.

You only die once, but you will be dead for a very long time.

My heavens! I've been talking prose for the last forty years without knowing it.

Frenchmen have an unlimited capacity for gallantry and indulge it on every occasion.

I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.