Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.

On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of the Virgin, and returned full of pride to show my blessed posy. My mother laughed her irreverent laugh and, looking at my bunch of flowers, which was bringing the may-bug into the sitting-room right under the lamp, she said: Do you suppose it wasn't already blessed before?

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

Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.

I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.

By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.

If we want to be sincere, we must admit that there is a well-nourished love and an ill-nourished love. And the rest is literature.