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
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