Paris has always seemed to me to be the only city in which one can live as one sees fit.

doubt seems the only purity for those who are too fervent to deny, and too lucid to affirm.

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.

Eternity: what a waste of time.

albinos aren't reproached for having pink eyes and whitish hair, why should they hold it again me for being a lesbian? It's a question of nature: my queerness isn't a vice, isn't 'deliberate,' and harms no one.

In love there is no status quo.