There is no sweeter pleasure than to surprise a man by giving him more than he hopes for.
An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.
To be a great man and a saint to oneself, that's the only important thing.
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?
Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of experience, involuntarily amassed.
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.