#monsieur

What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended? ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#blended #child #fruit #image #monsieur

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult. ↗

— Lawrence Durrell

#death

My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done. ↗

— Elizabeth I Tudor

#love #monarch #on-monsieur-s-departure #poem #queen

Monsieur Puss came at last to a stately castle, the master of which was an Ogre, the richest ever known; for all the lands which the King had then passed through belonged to this castle. ↗

— Charles Perrault

#came #castle #ever #had #king

But do you know, I shall not be sorry to die. I shall be glad, Monsieur. And why glad, you ask? Because I love France and hate the Germans who have put this war on us. ↗

— Philip Gibbs

#because #die #do you know #france #germans