We priests are the surgeons of souls, and it is our duty to deliver them of shameful secrets they would fain conceal, with hands careful to neither wound no pollute.

For in Paris, whenever God puts a pretty woman there (the streets), the Devil, in reply, immediately puts a fool to keep her.

The artist's morality lies in the force and truth of his description.

The crimes of extreme civilization are certainly more atrocious than those of extreme barbarism.

We priests are the surgeons of souls, and it is our duty to deliver them of shameful secrets they would fain conceal, with hands careful to neither wound no pollute.

They had...finished their lives before their death - which is not always the end of life and often comes long before the end.

Next to the wound, what women make best is the bandage.