Anyone who hasn't experienced the ecstasy of betrayal knows nothing about ecstasy at all.

Anyone who's never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn't know what pleasure is.

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

The fame of heroes owes little to the extent of their conquests and all to the success of the tributes paid to them.

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.

Excluded by my birth and tastes from the social order, I was not aware of its diversity. Nothing in the world was irrelevant: the stars on a general's sleeve, the stock-market quotations, the olive harvest, the style of the judiciary, the wheat exchange, flower-beds. Nothing. This order, fearful and feared, whose details were all inter-related, had a meaning: my exile.

Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.