You can't belay a man who's falling in love.

In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.

In the land of bleating sheep and braying jackasses, one brave and honest man is bound to create a scandal.

Proust again: One can only wish that a man with such powers of total recall had led a less tedious life, moved among somewhat livelier circles.

Indolence and melancholy: Each generates the other. If one can speak of such feeble passions as generating anything.

An economic system which can only expand or expire must be false to all that is human.

Chastity is more a state of mind than of anatomy.