Melancholy is a sensual pleasure that is deliberately provoked. How many people shut themselves away to make themselves sadder, or to weep beside a stream, or choose a sentimental book! We are constantly building and unbuilding ourselves.
Come, let’s be calm: no one incapable of restraint was ever a writer.
To see one's name in print! Some people commit a crime for no other reason.
It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return.
Woman is a vulgar animal from whom man has created an excessively beautiful ideal.
I invite all brats to throw their cookies at the baker's head if they're not sweet, winos to chuck their wine if it's bad, the dying to shuck their souls when they croak, and men to throw their existence in God's face when it's bitter