If one hears bad music, it is one's duty to drown it by one's conversation.

Just because a man has died for it, does not make it true.

The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.

There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.

There are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating - people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing.

I am sorry my life is so marred and maimed by extravagance. But I cannot live otherwise. I, at any rate, pay the penalty of suffering.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.