“The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.”

The secret is not to betray your ignorance. Just maneuver, avoid the quicksands and obstacles, and the rest can be found in a dictionary.

The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

Every government has as much of a duty to avoid war as a ship’s captain has to avoid a shipwreck.

…A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.

History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.

I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?

You must render: never report.

Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that they must never be despised.

A lawful kiss is never worth as much as a stolen one.

You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.

A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.

The English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.

You’ve never lived until you’ve almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.

Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.

Love always has its price, come whence it may.

Nothing but the taste of silence touching her lips these days.

To let a fool kiss you is bad. To let a kiss fool you is worse. ‘Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

Marriage is two imperfect people committing themselves to a perfect institution, by making perfect vows from imperfect lips before a perfect God.

Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

The great moments of life are but moments like the others. Your doom is spoken in a word or two. A single look from the eyes; a mere pressure of the hand, may decide it; or of the lips though they cannot speak.