A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.
Selling beauty is something I can understand. Even selling false beauty seems perfectly natural; it's a sign of progress.
Nothing is more irritating than to hear honest writers protest about depravity when one is quite certain that they make these noises without knowing what they are protesting about.
The Empire was on the point of turning Paris into the bawdy house of Europe. The gang of fortune-seekers who had succeeded in stealing a throne required a reign of adventures, shady transactions, sold consciences, bought women, and rampant drunkenness.
Understand this! A year ago General Billot and Generals de Boisdeffre and Gonse knew that Dreyfus was innocent, and they have kept this frightful thing to themselves. And these men sleep and have wives and children whom they love!
The fate of animals is of far greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous.