Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of

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

Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

What You Get Free Costs Too Much.