An incinerator is a writer's best friend.

The best thing about animals is that they don't talk much.

My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate.

All of us have failed. One wishes to be punished. One is willing to assume all kinds of penance, but do you know, my daughter, that in love -- I scarcely dare say it -- but in love our very mistakes don't seem to be able to last long?

Throughout the hours of the night, though there had been few to hear it, the whole sky had been loud with the singing of these constellations.

Everybody has a right to their own troubles.