If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. But if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

Give me the luxuries and I can dispense with the necessities.

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.

If you want to be a grocer, or a general, or a politician, or a judge, you will invariably become it; that is your punishment. If you never know what you want to be, if you live what some might call the dynamic life but what I will call the artistic life, if each day you are unsure of who you are and what you know you will never become anything, and that is your reward.

The burden of this world is too great for one man to bear, and the world’s sorrow too heavy for one heart to suffer.

Good taste is the excuse I've always given for leading such a bad life