It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.

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.

No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.

The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.