The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.
Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly
Fashion: by which what is really fantastic becomes for a moment the universal.
He has no enemies, but he is intensely disliked by his friends.
Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.
To live in this world is a rare thing; most people just exist.