Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.
When good Americans die, they go to Paris.
Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it.
America is my country and Paris is my hometown.
London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay. I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café.
Paris is always a good idea.
When spring comes to Paris, the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.
An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.
When I dream of afterlife in heaven, the action always takes place in the Paris Ritz.
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
Paris is a place in which we can forget ourselves, reinvent, expunge the dead weight of our past.
To know Paris is to know a great deal.