All Children Are Sweet At Five. But

What You Get Free Costs Too Much.

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.

Beauty Is One Of The Rare Things That Do Not Lead To Doubt Of God.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

Everything Ends This Way In France — Everything. Weddings, Christenings, Duels, Burials, Swindlings, Diplomatic Affairs — Everything Is A Pretext For A Good Dinner.