It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.

There were opium-dens, where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.

I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.

I have pleasures, and passions, but the joy of life is gone. I am going under: the morgue yawns for me. I go and look at my zinc-bed there. After all, I had a wonderful life, which is, I fear, over.

The work of art is to dominate the spectator: the spectator is not to dominate the work of art.

Oh, don't cough, Ernest. When one is dictating one should speak fluently and not cough. Besides, I don't know how to spell a cough.

Everyone is born a king, and most people die in exile.