Sensuality, Wanting A Religion, Invented Love.

A Thought Falls Like A Ripe Fruit From The Tree Of Idleness.

My Only Books Were Women's Looks.

In Love There Is No Status Quo.

Paris Has Always Seemed To Me To Be The Only City In Which One Can Live As One Sees Fit.

I Judge People's Charm By The Ease With Which I Express Myself In Their Presence.