To describe women, the pen should be dipped in the humid colors of the rainbow, and the paper dried with the dust gathered from the wings of a butterfly.

For me, my thoughts are my prostitutes.

There is only one virtue, justice; only one duty, to be happy; only one corollary, not to overvalue life and not to fear death.

I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it out.

Superstition is more injurious to God than atheism.

My ideas are my whores.

It is said that desire is a product of the will, but the converse is in fact true: will is a product of desire.