What consoles one nowadays is not repentance but pleasure. Repentance is quite out of date.

Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly

What we have to do, what at any rate it is our duty to do, is to revive the old art of Lying.

The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.

Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.

He had that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sign of a subtle artistic temperament, and in nations is said to denote a laxity, if not a decadence of morals.

All bad art is the result of good intentions.