Life Is Very Nice, But

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

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.

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

Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.