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.

I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.

A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men.

Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.

And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.

Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.