Why are you crying Paris, Paris, Paris? Paris is now no more Paris but spot of full chaos.
Don't go to Paris as previous Paris has been already finished.
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
Paris is a mighty schoolmaster, a grand enlightener of the provincial intellect.
Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.
Paris: a city of pleasures and amusements where four-fifths of the people die of grief.
The country is provincial; it becomes ridiculous when it tries to ape Paris.
As an artist, a man has no home in Europe save in Paris.
Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day's wine to La Guillotine.
America is a nation with no truly national city, no Paris, no Rome, no London, no city which is at once the social center, the political capital, and the financial hub.
If Paris lived now, and preferred beauty to power and riches, it would not be called his Judgment, but his Want of Judgment.
If you want to establish an international presence you can't do so from New York. You need the consecration of Paris.
Suicide , moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?
I had always imagined that Cliché was a suburb of Paris, until I discovered it to be a street in Oxford.
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?
[Paris] is dirty. It has pigeons and black yards. The people have white skin.