Usually, the murmur that rises up from Paris by day is the city talking; in the night it is the city breathing; but here it is the city singing. Listen, then, to this chorus of...

There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even—the French air clears up the brain and does good—a world of good.

At Rome thing can or cannot be done when you are told anything cannot be done, there is an end of it.””It is much more convenient at Paris; when anything cannot be done you pay...

FAITES L’AMOUR ET RECOMMENCEZ (make love and make it again)

Sunset’s the best time to take a stroll down Mouffetard, the ancient Via Mons Cetardus. The buildings along it are only two or three stories high. Many are crowned with conical dovecotes. Nowhere in Paris...

Hélène slowly surveyed the room. In this respectable society, amongst these apparently decent middle-class people, were there none but faithless wives? With her strict provincial morality, she was amazed at the licensed promiscuity of Parisian...

Hope is a most beautiful drug.

I have more friends in New York than Paris.

In Paris, where raillery is so quick to throw emotion out the window, silence, in a roomful of clever people after a story, is the most flattering of all marks of success

Eiffel Tower” To Robert DelaunayEiffel Tower Guitar of the skyYour wireless telegraphy Attracts words As a rosebush the beesDuring the night The Seine no longer flowsTelescope or bugleEIFFEL TOWERAnd it’s a hive of words Or...

Ce que Paris conseille, l’Europe le médite ; ce que Paris commence, l’Europe le continue.

I don’t think that anyone outside Paris can understand love and murder as we do.But Emile loves Paris, and loving Paris is a murderous education. (“Anthropology: What Is Lost In Rotation”)

Logan looks up, registers my face and smiles immediately. I hold onto the back of a chair to steady my legs. Jeez, he’s got a nice smile; dimples appear in his chiseled cheeks and there...

When Hitler marched across the RhineTo take the land of France,La dame de fer decided,‘Let’s make the tyrant dance.’Let him take the land and city,The hills and every flower,One thing he will never have,The elegant...

This problem is exploding in the face of the government. They have politicized it so much they are making fools of themselves. There’s the image of Paris burning and that is very, very bad.

And trade is art, and art’s philosophy,In Paris.

But one of the most fantastic things about Ireland and Dublin is that the pubs are like Paris and the cafe culture. And Dublin, in many ways, is a pub culture.

To express oneself fluently involves more than simply speaking the language properly. It includes inflection, voice, posture, gestures, and clothing. All of these elements add up to an individual’s personal expression. They are the elements...

When you’re used to being in dangerous situations, you develop a sixth sense about your surroundings, about where possible enemies might be lurking, how many steps it will take to reach the next corner on...

They love me like a pack of wolves.Ernest

The reality is that many of us in these parts are not enamored of Paris.” The Commandant gulped down his coffee. “I worked there as a young officer in the CRS, the riot squad. I...

Il était tard; ainsi qu’une médaille neuveLa pleine lune s’étalait,Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuveSur Paris dormant ruisselait.

As the shabby section of the audience rose to its feet, waving its hats and food-wrappers, a rich, stale smell wafted through the auditorium. It had something of the fog on the boulevard outside, where...

Mais Paris est un véritable océan. Jetez-y la sonde, vous n’en connaîtrez jamais la profondeur. Parcourez-le, décrivez-le : quelque soin que vous mettiez à le parcourir, à le décrire ; quelques nombreux et intéressés que...

For there comes a time in life when the pity previously reserved only for children takes on a different form, a time when we study the faces of ‘old people’ and sense that one day...

I knew how severe I had been and how bad things had been. The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one who poverty bothers.

We needed germans in Paris to hear Wagner.

If you have ever walked in Paris, you will see that Paris will ever walk in your memoires!

Even the pigeons are dancing, kissing,going in circles, mounting each other.Paris is the city of love,even for the birds.

Often, we melt into our ecstasies as though they were jams, as though we were sinking into syrupy bowls of gooseberries, of raspberries, of bilberries.

Paris est un vrai trompe-l’oeil, un superbe décor habité par quatre millions de silhouettes.

The great correspondent of the seventeenth century Madame de Sevigne counseled, “Take chocolate in order that even the most tireome company seem acceptable to you,” which is also sound advice today!

Here, in a few words, you’ve said all you need to say. People stand by each other, but they don’t talk. It’s remarkable. I’ve investigated the extraordinary history of these walls. I think I’m the...

The whole of Paris was lit up. The tiny dancing flames had bespangled the sea of darkness from end to end of the horizon, and now, like millions of stars, they burned with a steady...

Back off, asshole. I haven’t had a woman today, so I’m in no mood for this kind of bullshit.

I was to Japanese visitors to Washington what the Mona Lisa is to Americans visiting Paris.

Eventually, I was sent to Wales and Germany, and after the war, to Paris.

General sentiment, had a poll been taken, was that eventually the negative media would die down, Egypt’s head of antiquities would return to Cairo, and St. Louis would enjoy her treasure. But treasures sometimes have...

A beautiful white silk scarf was around her neck, tucked below the fur collar. Her lips were well painted into a bright red cupid’s bow. Cute as hell I always told myself, with a tinge...

She would never know she was still alive because of me.

Fear not! I would rather tear the heart from your bosom than take your bow, for I believe you would miss it less.

Finding a taxi, she felt like a child pressing her nose to the window of a candy store as she watched the changing vista pass by while the twilight descended and the capital became bathed...

Kõnnin pisut lummatult ringi, kuni avastan Seine’i äärest rannad. Olin neist kunagi kuulnud – suve kuumimatel kuudel tehakse jõeäärsed, linnatasandist tükk maad madalamal asuvad alad randadeks; muusika mängib, kohale on toodud isegi liiv, üles on...

I notice that, in the lecture … which Prof. Lowry gave recently, in Paris … he brought forward certain freak formulae for tartaric acid, in which hydrogen figures as bigamist … I may say, he...

I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it,...

Paris c’est comme une histoire d’amour, on se souvient seulement des beaux jours. (Paris is like a love story, you only remember the sunny days.)

It wasn’t playing both sides of the fence – it was betting against yourself but still playing to win – and it encapsulated everything absurd and paradoxical that I loved about the French.

In Paris, you couldn’t really turn around without seeing the result of lovers’ bad decisions. An artist given to sexual excess was almost a cliché, but no one seemed to mind. As long as you...

Time wastes too fast… the days and hours of it… are flying over our heads like little clouds on a windy day, never to return more – everything presses on – whilst thou art twisting...

I want to be adopted by the French. I want to go to live in Paris.