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.

What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!

The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice... it's Humanity in search of happiness.

Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.

Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.

The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.