When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.

There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.

Writing is a fine thing, because it combines the two pleasures of talking to yourself and talking to a crowd.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.

To know the world, one must construct it