But here's the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we'd lose them.

Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.

Whatever people may say, the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis, the former know how to act, the latter become uncouth brutes.

No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.