Everything here is too far to walk - or too muddy; for the dirt in Paris is beyond all description. - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

When I feel well and in a good humour, or when I am taking a drive or walking after a good meal, or in the night when I cannot sleep, thoughts crowd into my mind as easily as you could wish.

(...) he must have thought: this is a young fellow and a stupid German besides - that's just how all French speak of the Germans - he will be guite content with this - but the stupid German was not content (...).

Don Giovanni, you invited me to sup with you: I have come.