The pettiness of a mind can be measured by the pettiness of its adoration or its blasphemy.
The true return to nature is the definitive return to the elements-death.
It is the special quality of love not to be able to remain stationary, to be obliged to increase under pain of diminishing.
It is not becoming to lay to virtue the weariness of old age.
Do not think your truth can be found by anyone else.
An artist cannot get along without a public; and when the public is absent, what does he do? He invents it, and turning his back on his age, he looks toward the future for what the present denies.