Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.

On the day when a young writer corrects his first proof-sheet he is as proud as a schoolboy who has just got his first dose of pox.

The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.

Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.

Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.

He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.