Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

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

An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is Afraid.

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

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.