An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

If wine were to disappear from human production, I believe it would cause an absence, a failure in health and intellect, a void much more terrifying than all the recesses and the deviations for which wine is regarded as responsible.

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?

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

The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal.

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