In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.

Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.

I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.

There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.

The photographic industry was the refuge of all the painters who couldn't make it, either because they had no talent or because they were too lazy to finish their studies. Hence this universal infatuation was not only characterized by blindness and stupidity, but also by vindictiveness.