Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

A friend of mine, the most innocuous dreamer who ever lived, once set a forest on fire to see, as he said, if it would catch as easily as people said. The first ten times the experiment was a failure; but on the eleventh it succeeded all too well.

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

The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.

Genius is nothing more or less than childhood recovered by will, a childhood how equipped for self-expression with an adult's capacities.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.