Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.
You've got to understand life, understand it when you're young.
Whatever people may say, the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis, the former know how to act, the latter become uncouth brutes.
Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.
The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
Idleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.