In love, as in finance, only the rich can get credit.

I've often found myself preferring second-rate people to supposedly superior people, simply and solely because of their uncontrollable tendency to bang themselves against the sides of life's vast lampshade like fireflies or moths.

My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?

Life has confirmed for me the thoughts and impressions I had when I was 18, as if it was all intuition.

No one ever has time to examine himself honestly, and most people look no further than their neighbors' eyes, in which they may see their own reflection.

At night, time becomes a calm sea. It goes on for ever.

I like men to behave like men. I like them strong and childish.