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

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.

There are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.