The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.
Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.
Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.
There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.
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.