We ride through life on the beast within us. Beat the animal, but you can't make it think.

Woe to him who doesn't know how to wear his mask, be he king or pope!

I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you.

Pretending is a virtue. If you cant pretend, you can't be king.

It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!

Phantoms in general are nothing more than trifling disorders of the spirit; images we cannot contain within the bounds of sleep.

There is someone who is living my life. And I know nothing about him.