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

A child sees everything in a sense of newness - he is always drunk. Genius is nothing but childhood re-attained at will.

We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.

It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

Every healthy man can do without food for two days — but without poetry, never!

Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.