In France We Can Cauterize Wounds But

All Poetry Like Every Work Of Art Proceeds From A Swift Vision Of Things.

I Should Like One Of These Days To Be So Well Known, So Popular, So Celebrated, So Famous, That It Would Permit Me . . . To Break Wind In Society, And Society Would Think It A Most Natural Thing.

Whoever Does Not Visit Paris Regularly Will Never Really Be Elegant.

With Every One, The Expectation Of A Misfortune Constitutes A Dreadful, Punishment. Suffering Then Assumes The Proportions Of The Unknown, Which Is The Soul's Infinite.

Man Is No Match For Woman Where Mischief Reigns.