Opium teaches only one thing, which is that aside from physical suffering, there is nothing real.

One can fool life for a long time, but in the end it always makes us what we were intended to be.

An artist discovers his genius the day he dares not to please.

The truth of a man is first and foremost what he hides.

The terrible thing about death is that it transforms life into destiny.

Genius is not perfected, it is deepened. It does not so much interpret the world as fertilize itself with it.

Even the West has known the architecture of empty space, whose object, for thousands of years, has been less to construct divine houses, than to create sacred places, to seize upon mystery and to immerse man in it-whether by raising the cyclopean pedestal that surrounds him with stars, or by hollowing out the sanctuary that wraps him in haunted night.