Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.

Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.

Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out: 'Quick! Quick! Quick!' And the more she destroys, the more she is renewed.

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

You'll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.

The public is composed of numerous groups whose cry to us writers is: 'Comfort me.' 'Amuse me.' 'Touch my sympathies.' 'Make me sad.' 'Make me dream.' 'Make me laugh.' 'Make me shiver.' 'Make me weep.' 'Make me think.'

...A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.