Everyone dies. I just choose the time and place for some of them!

None will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom, or indifference over his inward joy.

Are people so unhappy when they love?" "Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.

I am not really wicked. Love me, and you will see!

You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.

I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!...and she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, weeping with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.

why do you condemn a man whom you have never met, whom no one knows and about whom even you yourself know nothing?