Believe me, for certain men at least, not taking what one doesn't desire is the hardest thing in the world.

Their pleasures are fierce and their sleep impenetrable. And they know that the body has a soul in which the soul has no part.

The only deep emotion I occasionally felt in these affairs was gratitude, when all was going well and I was left, not only peace, but freedom to come and go--never kinder and gayer with one woman than when I had just left another's bed, as if I extended to all others the debt I had just contracted toward one of them.

Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.

How unbearable, for women, is the tenderness which a man can give them without love. For men, how bittersweet this is.

All healthy men have thought of their own suicide