Imitation is the homage mediocrity pays to greatness.
Only the great masters of style ever succeed in being obscure.
It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.
If a woman wants to hold a man she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him.
I like my food dry. Not sick, not even dying, dead.
Oh, I hate the cheap severity of abstract ethics!