It is remarkable how great an influence our clothes have on our moral state.

All the good writers of confessions, from Augustine onwards, are men who are still a little in love with their sins.

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.

Until you have loved an animal, part of your soul will have remained dormant.

The duty of literature is to note what counts, and to light up what is suited to the light. If it ceases to choose and to love, it becomes like a woman who gives herself without preference.

In its majestic equality, the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets and steal loaves of bread.

Irony is the gaiety of reflection and the joy of wisdom.