A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.

His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.

The truth about the life of a man is not what he does, but the legend which he creates around himself.

It is a much cleverer thing to talk nonsense than to listen to it.

I can resist everything except temptation.

Arguments are extremely vulgar, for everybody in good society holds exactly the same opinions.

Every woman becomes their mother. That's their tragedy. And no man becomes his. That's his tragedy.