The simplicity of your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me.

You must have a cigarette. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?

If we're always guided by other people's thoughts, what's the point in having our own?

The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide.

She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.

Romance should never begin with sentiment. It should begin with science and end with a settlement. Nothing spoils romance so much as a sense of humor in the woman. When one is in love one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others. This is what the world calls a romance.

I see that any materialism in life coarsens the soul, and that the hunger of the body and the appetites of the flesh desecrate always, and often destroy.