There is no object to life. To nature nothing matters but the continuation of the species.

Art is merely the refuge which the ingenious have invented, when they were supplied with food and women, to escape the tediousness of life.

What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit. It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it. Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one's mind.

A woman may be as wicked as she likes, but if she isn't pretty it won't do her much good.

She plunged into a sea of platitudes, and with the powerful breast stroke of a channel swimmer made her confident way towards the white cliffs of the obvious.

When a woman loves you she's not satisfied until she possesses your soul. Because she's weak, she has a rage for domination, and nothing less will satisfy her.