Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss.

The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.

You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.

Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.

The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.

A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.