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.

In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.

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.

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

Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.

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

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.