There are no ordinary cats.

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.

On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us - ah! what a dream, to live in that! - the other stifles us at the first breath.

You don't think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.

But what is the heart, madame? It's worth less than people think. it's quite accommodating, it accepts anything. You give it whatever you have, it's not very particular. But the body... Ha! That's something else again! It has a cultivated taste, as they say, it knows what it wants. A heart doesn't choose, and one always ends up by loving.

I want nothing from love, in short, but love.

I did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.