God, conquered, will become Satan; Satan, conquering, will become God. May the fates spare me this terrible lot; I love the Hell which formed my genius. I love the Earth where I have done some good, if it be possible to do any good in this fearful world where beings live but by rapine.

Yet, every now and then, there would pass a young girl, slender, fair and desirable, arousing in young men a not ignoble desire to possess her, and stirring in old men regrets for ecstasy not seized and now forever past.

We reproach people for talking about themselves but it is the subject they treat best.

The impotence of God is infinite.

What we call happiness is what we do not know.

Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another.

Justice is the sanction of established injustice.