Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong! - Émile Zola

Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.

And then there are always clever people about to promise you that everything will be all right if only you put yourself out a bit... And you get carried away, you suffer so much from the things that exist that you ask for what can't ever exist. Now look at me, I was well away dreaming like a fool and seeing visions of a nice friendly life on good terms with everybody, and off I went, up into the clouds. And when you fall back into the mud it hurts a lot. No! None of it was true, none of those things we thought we could see existed at all. All that was really there was still more misery — oh yes! as much of that as you like — and bullets into the bargain!

The Russians had a great taste for her owing to her embonpoint.