Masques et Visages [Masks and Faces], 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
The Crazies, 1871 - 1957
František Kupka
The apartment is a gem! ... and the building, Sir! ... no children, no dogs, no pianos!, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
The husband of Mademoiselle Cicada., p. 49, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Not a Coquette, p. 69, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Get it here for a sou! ... Just off the presses! ... All the details of a young person! ... from Gros-Caillou, who! ... hurled himself! ... in front of the astonished fifth regiment of astonished Hussars! ... in the waves of the Seine! ... in plain daylight! ... to save those! ... of the author! ... of! ... theirs!, p. 71, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Men? What a thing to propose!, p. 73, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Go on! Go to the market, Mother ... and don't cheat me!, p.75, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Well! If I had as many homes to do ... as I've undone!, p. 77, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
My little house, my mother ate it. My brother Zidor gambled away my hair, my shawls, my rings ... and all. And my late father drank the rest., p. 93, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
My dear, one is never as well scratched as by oneself., p. 129, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
"Platonic love" is just an affectation, p. 131, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
"Look, chaste author of my words, will you write me a part...?" "Extraordinary!" "What costume?" "Something indecent is indispensable., p. 47.", 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Of the unhappy people like this, one sees them with only one eye ... and not out of an attic window!, p. 57., 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Strong in Dominoes, p. 59, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
I tell of my neighbors' surprise / My fortune in different times / And I am still finding its debris / In sweeping the five floors, p. 81, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
I tell the good fortune, since I no longer know what it is, p. 83, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
No, M. Henri. I do not doubt the delicacy of your feelings, nor does my daughter; but look! I cannot make soup with that!, p.89, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
My respects to you, Mme. Widow-of-everyone!, p. 91, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Don't love me anymore?! ... Why Pamela, that would be a luxury that your methods do not permit you., p. 97, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni