The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

Were a man to spend only one day in Sicily and ask, "What must one see?" I would answer him without hesitation, "Taormina." It is only a landscape, but a landscape where you find everything on earth that seems made to seduce the eyes, the mind and the imagination.

breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.

Champagne... the wine of kings, the king of wines

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It's the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

I said, 'If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn't we meet them a long time ago?

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.