Our Perfect Companions Never Have Fewer Than

The True Traveler Is He Who Goes On Foot, And Even Then, He Sits Down A Lot Of The Time.

January, Month Of Empty Pockets! Let Us Endure This Evil Month, Anxious As A Theatrical Producer's Forehead.

You Must Not Pity Me Because My Sixtieth Year Finds Me Still Astonished. To Be Astonished Is One Of The Surest Ways Of Not Growing Old Too Quickly.

- And How Time Flies! What, Has It Already Been Twenty Years, Already Forty Years That We Are Together? Why, How Terrible! We Haven't Yet Said All We Wanted To Say To Each Other... May We Have A Little Respite, Or Else May We Be Allowed To Begin All Over Again!

The Only Virtue On Which I Pride Myself Is My Self-doubt; When A Writer Loses Her Self-doubt, The Time Has Come To Lay Aside Her Pen.