Paris is the city in which one loves to live. Sometimes I think this is because it is the only city in the world where you can ste...p out of a railway station--the Gare D'Orsay--and see, simultaneously, the chief enchantments: the Seine with its bridges and bookstalls, the Louvre, Notre Dame, the Tuileries Gardens, the Place de la Concorde, the beginning of the Champs Elysees--nearly everything except the Luxembourg Gardens and the Palais Royal. But what other city offers as much as you leave a train?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Se bella piu satore, je notre so catore, Je notre qui cavore, je la qu', la qui, la quai!... Le spinash or le busho, cigaretto toto bello, Ce rakish spagoletto, si la tu, la tu, la tua! Senora pelefima, voulez-vous le taximeter, La zionta sur le tita, tu le tu le tu le wa!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Don Diègue: Rodrigue, have you any courage? Don Rodrigue: If you weren't my father, you would have a taste of it on the spot.... ("Rodrigue, as-tu du coeur?" "Tout autre que mon père/L'éprouverait sur l'heure.")LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It tosses up our losses, the torn seine, The shattered lobster pot, the broken oar... And the gear of foreign dead men. The sea has many voices, Many gods and many voices.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When the weather is bad as it was yesterday, everybody, almost everybody, feels cross and gloomy. Our thin linen tents--about like... a fish seine, the deep mud, the irregular mails, the never to-be-seen paymasters, and "the rest of mankind," are growled about in "old-soldier" style. But a fine day like today has turned out brightens and cheers us all. We people in camp are merely big children, wayward and changeable.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tears may be considered as the natural and involuntary resource of the mind overcome by some sudden and violent emotion, before it... has had time to reconcile its feelings to the change in circumstances: while laughter may be defined to be the same sort of convulsive and involuntary movement, occasioned by mere sur prise or contrast (in the absence of any more serious emotion), before it has time to reconcile its belief to contradictory appearances.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We camped about two miles below Nicketow, on the south side of the West Branch, covering with fresh twigs the withered bed of a fo...rmer traveler, and feeling that we were now in a settled country, especially when in the evening we heard an ox sneeze in its wild pasture across the river. Wherever you land along the frequented part of the river, you have not far to go to find these sites of temporary inns, the withered bed of flattened twigs, the charred sticks, and perhaps the tent-poles. And not long since, similar beds were spread along the Connecticut, the Hudson, and the Delaware, and longer still ago, by the Thames and Seine, and they now help to make the soil where private and public gardens, mansions, and palaces are.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »