Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.

He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why so? He was forever in the act of conceiving it!

Always be a poet, even in prose.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

These beings have no other status, but that of cultivating the idea of beauty in their own persons, of satisfying their passions, of feeling and thinking.... Contrary to what many thoughtless people seem to believe, dandyism is not even an excessive delight in clothes and material elegance. For the perfect dandy, these things are no more than the symbol of the aristocratic superiority of his mind.