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

A work of art should be like a well-planned crime.

In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.

Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.

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.

In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may be, before one's eyes. It becomes its symbol.

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