One must cease letting oneself be eaten when one tastes best: that is known to those who want to be loved long.

I feel all those human beings to be pernicious who can no longer oppose what they love: they thereby ruin the best things and people.

I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowereth over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and succumb as heralds.

Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has a single solution: that is, pregnancy

Curiosity creeps into the houses of the unfortunate and the needy under the name of duty or of pity.

Where the past is venerated the clean and those who clean things up should be kept out. Piety is never happy without a little dust, dirt, and rubbish.

No artist tolerates reality.