Nature is a wet place where large numbers of ducks fly overhead uncooked.
When good Americans die, they go to Paris" "Where do bad Americans go?" "They stay in America
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasures. I often have long conversations all by myself. Sometimes I am so clever I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
There is no Mystery so great as Misery.
I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.