I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

She is a peacock in everything but beauty!

Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious.

Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.

A virtuous abstinence from the joys of pederasty comes most easily to those who have no taste for it.

Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed man.