What You Get Free Costs Too Much.

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

A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels, You Know.

Death Has To Be Waiting At The End Of The Ride Before You Truly See The Earth, And Feel Your Heart, And Love The World.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

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