When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.

At certain periods of life, we live years of emotion in a few weeks, and look back on those times as on great gaps between the old life and the new.

It's a great comfort to some people to groan over their imaginary ills.

Life without laughing is a dreary blank.

You can't order remembrance out of the mind; and a wrong that was a wrong yesterday must be a wrong to-morrow.

At that comfortable tavern on Pontchartrain we had a bouillabaisse than which a better was never eaten at Marseilles; and not the least headache in the morning, I give you my word; on the contrary, you only wake with a sweet refreshing thirst for claret and water.

Out of the fictitious book I get the expression of the life, of the times, of the manners, of the merriment, of the dress, the pleasure, the laughter, the ridicules of society. The old times live again. Can the heaviest historian do more for me?