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

Sins of the flesh are nothing. They are maladies for physicians to cure, if they should be cured. Sins of the soul alone are shameful.

I don't want to earn a living. I want to live.

It was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us.

I am but too conscious of the fact that we are born in an age when only the dull are treated seriously, and I live in terror of not being misunderstood.

Sometimes, the unnecessary is necessary.

To make a good salad is to be a brilliant diplomatist - the problem is entirely the same in both cases. To know exactly how much oil one must put with one's vinegar.