You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.

My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.

If I can't have too many truffles, I'll do without truffles.

Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss.

Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.