At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.

Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

Murderers, in general, are people who are consistent, people who are obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.