A house is built of logs and stone, of tiles and posts and piers; a home is built of loving deeds that stand a thousand years.

The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.

On this point, the priest and the philosopher agree: We must die.

How frightened hypocrisy hastens to defend itself.

Everything Changes. The only thing that remains immovable across the centuries and fixes the character of a people is cooking.

Paris is a sum total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. All this prodigious city is an epitome of dead and living manners and customs. He who sees Paris, seems to see all history through with the sky and constellations in the intervals.

Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.