Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by man, is immortal. For form is independent of matter: molecules do not constitute form.

Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.

Wine transforms moles into eagles.

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.

All fashions are charming, or rather relatively charming, each one being a new striving, more or less well conceived, after beauty, an approximate statement of an ideal, the desire for which constantly teases the unsatisfied human mind.

It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.