To Jealousy, Nothing Is More Frightful Than

I Was Thinking That I Should Be Content To Kiss Him Until The Break Of Day. Bertrand Ran Out Of Kisses Too Soon; Desire Made Them Superfluous In His Eyes. They Were Only A Stage On The Road To Pleasure, Not Something Inexhaustible And Self-sufficient, As Luc Had Revealed Them To Me.

A Dress Makes No Sense Unless It Inspires Men To Take It Off Of You.

No One Talks About Money More Than People Who Have Too Much Of It.

Illness Is The Opposite Of Freedom. It Makes Everything Impossible.

No One Ever Has Time To Examine Himself Honestly, And Most People Look No Further Than Their Neighbors' Eyes, In Which They May See Their Own Reflection.