To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

Photographers, you will never become artists. All you are is mere copiers.

Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.

The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.

Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.

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