Romantic art is the fuel and the spark plug of a Man's soul. It's task is to set a soul on fire and never let it go out.

She fell asleep, lying there, her hand clasping his. Her last awareness, before she surrendered the responsibility of consciousness, was the sense of an enormous void, the void of a city and of a continent, where she would never be able to find the man whom she had no right to seek.

My morality, the morality of reason, is contained in a single axiom: existence exists - and in a single choice: to live.

Because the beauty of the human body is that it hasn't a single muscle which doesn't serve its purpose; that there's not a line wasted; that every detail of it fits one idea, the idea of a man and the life of a man.

Only the man who does not need it, is fit to inherit wealth, the man who would make his fortune no matter where he started.

There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.

The purpose of the law is not to prevent a future offense, but to punish the one actually committed.