A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart.

The bachelors admired freedom is often a yoke, for the freer a man is to himself the greater slave he often is to the whims of others.

Sex touches the heavens only when it simultaneously touches the gutter and the mud.

Drama - what literature does at night.

Criticism is the art of appraising others at one's own value.

Common sense, in so far as it exists, is all for the bourgeoisie. Nonsense is the privilege of the aristocracy. The worries of the world are for the common people.

Men go to the theatre to forget; women, to remember.