As a remedy against all ills - poverty, sickness, and melancholy - only one thing is absolutely necessary: a liking for work

But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality And without knowing why they always say: "Let's go!

I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.