No other human being, no woman, no poem or music, book or painting can replace alcohol in its power to give man the illusion of real creation.

Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can't explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can't understand it at all any longer.

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.

For that's what a woman, a mother wants - to teach her children to take an interest in life. She knows it's safer for them to be interested in other people's happiness than to believe in their own.

In homosexual love the passion is homosexuality itself. What a homosexual loves, as if it were his lover, his country, his art, his land, is homosexuality.