Arguments are to be avoided: they are always vulgar and often convincing.

My Salome is a mystic the sister of Salammbô a Saint Thérèse who worships the moon.

Musical people always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be perfectly deaf.

[on his deathbed in a Paris hotel room] Either this wallpaper goes, or I do.

It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

Then there was a man who said, 'I never knew what real happiness was until I got married; by then it was too late'

There are only two kinds of women, the plain and the coloured.