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.
A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart.
To speak of morals in art is to speak of legislature in sex. Art is the sex of the imagination.
Musicals are to the theater what wines are to a substantial dinner.
A man admires a woman not for what she says, but what she listens to.
Love demands infinitely less than friendship.