I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?

There is no sweeter pleasure than to surprise a man by giving him more than he hopes for.

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.

The photographic industry was the refuge of all the painters who couldn't make it, either because they had no talent or because they were too lazy to finish their studies. Hence this universal infatuation was not only characterized by blindness and stupidity, but also by vindictiveness.

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.