People avenge themselves for the favors done them.

The beginning of genius is being scared shitless.

Never believe straight off in a man's unhappiness. Ask him if he can still sleep. If the answer's "yes," all's well. That is enough.

Love is like liquor, the drunker and more impotent you are, the stronger and smarter you think yourself and the surer you are of your rights.

When men can hate without risk, their stupidity is easily convinced, the motives supply themselves.

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

In the kitchens of love, after all, vice is like the pepper in a good sauce; it brings out the flavor, it’s indispensable.