The more a man cultivates the arts the less he fornicates. A more and more apparent cleavage occurs between the spirit and the brute.

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.

In philosophical inquiry, the human spirit, imitating the movement of the stars, must follow a curve which brings it back to its point of departure. To conclude is to close a circle.

What a mysterious faculty is that queen of the faculties!