Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love

One Can Be A Patriot, You Know, Without Making One's Wife Join The Breadline.

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

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

I Don't Want People To Love Me. It Makes For Obligations.

All Prisons Are Brimming Over With Innocence. It Is Those Who Cram Their Fellows Into Them, In The Name Of Empty Ideas, Who Are The Only Guilty Ones.