There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.

I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.

Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

To be just, that is to say, to justify its existence, criticism should be partial, passionate and political, that is to say, written from an exclusive point of view, but a point of view that opens up the widest horizons.

Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.

It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance