Are there any punishments in life but our joys turned against us?
Perfect moments don't turn into half-hours.
It is sometimes the man who opens the door who is the last to enter the room.
The Ten Commandments don't tell you what you ought to do: They only put ideas into your head.
I do not know at what moment in life, if ever, we realise that we are neither George Sands nor Juliets. Of course, if we are not beautiful, we recognise early that beauty is nothing.
All my life, I have loved balloons - all balloons - the heavy English sort, immense and round, that have to be pushed about, and the gay, light, gas-filled French ones that soar into the air the moment you let go of them.