I have no terror of death. It is the coming of death that terrifies me. Its monstrous wings seem to wheel in the leaden air around me.

He has certainly not been paying me compliments. Perhaps that is the reason that I don't believe anything he has told me.

Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are both rich and fascinating.

I should fancy that crime was to them what art is to us, simply a method of procuring extraordinary sensations.