You, stupid one, who believe in laws which punish murder by murder...
Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.
Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.
Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.
Simplicity is the most difficult thing to secure in this world; it is the last limit of experience and the last effort of genius.
I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.