Believe me, no civilized man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilized man ever knows what a pleasure is.

The camera, you know, will never capture you. Photography, in my experience, has the miraculous power of transferring wine into water.

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.

The aim of love is to love. No more, no less.

I never change, except in my affections.

Philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity. It is their distinguishing characteristic.

The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide.