I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

One must work, if not from inclination, at least out of despair — since it proves, on close examination, that work is less boring than amusing oneself.

By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

If wine disappeared from human production, I believe there would be, in the health and intellect of the planet, a void, a deficiency far more terrible than all the excesses and deviations for which wine is made responsible. Is it not reasonable to suggest that people that never drink wine, whether naive or doctrinaire, are fools or hypocrites....?

In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.