"Come, come," said she, "put these foolish theories to flight, and laugh over them. Life is pleasant, my dear fellow; it all depends on the colour of the glass through which one sees it.
--Allons, allons, me dit-elle, chassez-moi ces mauvaises théories, et riez; la vie est charmante, mon cher, c'est selon le verre par lequel on la regarde.