Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.

The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that in evil is found all sensual delight.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.

What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.

Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household.

A precious liquid, a poison dearer than that of the Borgias - because it is made from our blood, our health, our sleep, and two-thirds of our love - we must be stingy with it.