Truth is a matter of direct apprehension-you can't climb a ladder of mental concepts to it.

You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.

The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.

History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.

Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.

It’s only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdry that you can get tenderness.

No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.