Most of the beauty of women evaporates when they achieve domestic happiness at the price of their independence.

In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.

When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types.

The man who is master of his passions is Reason's slave.

The shock, for an intelligent writer, of discovering for the first time that there are people younger than himself who think him stupid is severe.

Beneath a mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivolous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit-ridden, I help it re-form.

The true work of art is the one which the seventh wave of genius throws up the beach where the undertow of time cannot drag it back.