One Can Be A Patriot, You Know,

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

Poor Little Men, Poor Little Cocks! As Soon As They're Old Enough, They Swell Their Plumage To Be Conquerors. If They Only Knew That It's Enough To Be Just A Little Bit Wounded And Sad In Order To Obtain Everything Without Fighting For It.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

Life Has A Way Of Setting Things In Order And Leaving Them Be. Very Tidy, Is Life.

Have You Noticed That Life, With Murders And Catastrophes And Fabulous Inheritances, Happens Almost Exclusively In Newspapers?