Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.

Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments

Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things

The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.