It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.

Of all possible sexual perversions, religion is the only one to have ever been scientifically systematized.

Reality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real.

As if one could do what one wanted with one's own body!

We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man's thoughts.