Are not beauty and delicacy the same?

But after all, what have we to do with taverns? Real menace belongs to the drawing-room.

Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.

They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.

Beauty ought to look a little surprised: it is the emotion that best suits her face. The beauty who does not look surprised, who accepts her position as her due - she reminds us too much of a prima donna.

When that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god-not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her.

There's never any great risk as long as you have money.