Quotes from Ludwig Bemelmans

The purpose of art is to console and amuse—myself, and, I hope, others.

It's always wonderful when something altogether wrong ends right, without the help of either religion or the police.

In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines In two straight lines they broke their bread And brushed their teeth and went to bed. They left the house at half past nine In two straight lines in rain or shine- The smallest one was Madeline.

It's always wonderful when something altogether wrong ends right, without the help of either religion or the police.

The purpose of art is to console and amuse—myself, and, I hope, others.

For gypsies do not like to stay - They only come to go away.

Only one who has known how troubled life can be, has a real appreciation of it when it is good

We are writing for children...not idiots.

They smiled at the good, and frowned at the bad, and sometimes they were very sad.

There was a solid air about him as he walked through the pandemonium of the plant in his conservative gray suits. The thin veins on his massive cheeks were like the engraving on gilt-edged securities.

As he always did before retiring, so tonight he pulled out a drawer of his night table and took from it a small black ledger in which he wrote down the day's expenditures in a script so small that he could have written the Lord's Prayer on the heads of pins with it.

The pie he put on a shelf over the oven, and he unpacked a fruit salad that looked as if the remains of a lot of Old Fashioneds had been spilled into a wooden bowl.

In the middle of the night, Miss Clavel turned on the light and said, something is not right! 1941 - Ludwig Bemelmans (American, 1898–1962) -

Only one who has known how troubled life can be, has a real appreciation of it when it is good

I don't keep any copy of my books around... they would embarass me. When I finish writing my books, I kick them in the belly, and have done with them.

The true gourmet, like the true artist, is one of the unhappiest creatures existent. His trouble comes from so seldom finding what he constantly seeks: perfection.

To be a gourmet you must start early, as you must begin riding early to be a good horseman. You must live in France, your father must have been a gourmet. Nothing in life must interest you but your stomach.

In an old house in Paristhat was covered with vineslived twelve little girls in two straight lines.

Actually, the true gourmet, like the true artist, is one of the unhappiest creatures existent. His trouble comes from so seldom finding what he constantly seeks: perfection.