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

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.

If I can't have too many truffles, I'll do without truffles.

A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.

So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

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

Writing only leads to more writing.