If photography is allowed to supplement art in some of its functions, it will soon have supplanted or corrupted it altogether, thanks to the stupidity of the multitude which is its natural ally.

We revel in the laxness of the path we take.

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before he is defeated.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

I am the vampire at my own veins.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

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