Nothing in life is worth, turning your back on, if you love it.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
Men who have greatness within them don't go in for politics.
I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill one's landlady.