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
The temptation of a Saint Antoinette, p. 99, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Ah, that! Come on, M. le baron, what the devil would you wish that one did with your confidences, if not abuse them?, p. 117, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Still, at our house, I guarded the geese! And now the geese are guarding you., p. 119, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Do you know, Partagé, which village in France has the most knock-kneed clockmakers? -No. Where's that? -Well, it's Pau! -Why? -No one has ever been able to figure it out!, p. 19, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
... Yes my dear [meat (lit.)] Auguste. I am decidedly arrested in the heart so much that my rascal of a director will have half left it ..., p. 41., 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
... So then, if you would permit me, I will have the honor of sending my carriage for you at eleven o'clock. -That would keep me in boots [?], p. 43, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Without even counting the times there wasn't a thing at our house to put in the oven ... and Monsieur wears an overcoat of doubly thick cloth. Good lord! An overcoat of doubly thick cloth!, p. 53., 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Carrots! How many are there, of the Bourgeois and the Crested Birds that live only on them?, p. 55., 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
At the present, I sell pleasure to the ladies., p. 79, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Today is the feast of Saint Magdalen. Long ago that was my feast day!, p. 85, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Sigh! And I really liked lobster!, p. 87, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Do you know that charming person? Perfectly: she is the wife of two of my friends., p. 95, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Mademoiselle sings; we will have water., 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Louison, what is yours is mine ... and I'm thirsty!, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
I'm such a little thing! I'm really a nothing! I'm a street urchin! ... But I'm not a Grocer., p. 33, 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
Don't make a mistake, young man! The taffeta goes to my house. -And the velvet for Magdalen., 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni
...and I will presently be hurled in a heap, from the summit of the North Tower! ... All this, Sirs, refers to my virtue., p. 45., 1804 - 1866
Paul Gavarni