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

To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

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.

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

Since photography gives us every guarantee of exactitude that we could desire (they really believe that, the mad fools !), then photography and art are the same thing.

I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.