I teach the art of turning anguish into delight.

By the care she lavishes on her toilet, by the concern she has for her beauty set off by her adornment, a woman regards herself as an object always trying to attract men's attention.

The emotional element which gives an obsessive value to communal existence is death.

Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit; to become delightful, happiness must be tainted with poison.

Not every woman is a prostitute, but prostitution is the natural apotheosis of the feminine attitude.

Sacrifice is nothing other than the production of sacred things.

Obscenity is our name for the uneasiness which upsets the physical state associated with self-possession, with the possession of a recognized and stable individuality.