Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!

Murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner.

Self-denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity.

The supreme vice is shallowness.

I do not approve of anything which tampers with natural ignorance

And if it feels good... Feel it!

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die.