Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.

Everything popular is wrong.

Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

I have nothing to declare except my genuis.

She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.

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

Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly