Eternity - waste of time.
Paris has always seemed to me to be the only city in which one can live as one sees fit.
Indiscretion has always seemed to me to be one of the privileges of tact.
I am not a bibliophile but a humanophile: I look for rare human beings.
We know all their gods; they ignore ours. What they call our sins are our gods, and what they call their gods, we name otherwise.
To be one's own master is to be the slave of self.