He is better than I, and he even understands life better, with his unfailing good sense.
I say to him, "But are there not any bad customs and vices?
Alcoholism, for instance ?" "Yes," says Crillon, "as long as you don't exarrergate it.

I don't like exarrergations, and I find as much of it among the pestimists as among the opticions.

Drink, you say! It's chiefly that folks haven't enough charitableness, mind you.

They blame all these poor devils that drink and they think themselves clever! And they're envious, too; if they wasn't that, tell me, would they stand there in stony peterified silence before the underhand goings-on of bigger folks?
That's what it is, at bottom of us.

Let me tell you now.