What is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order.

There is less harm to be suffered in being mad among madmen than in being sane all by oneself.

Passions destroy more prejudices than philosophy does.

To describe women, the pen should be dipped in the humid colors of the rainbow, and the paper dried with the dust gathered from the wings of a butterfly.

We swallow with one gulp the lie that flatters us, and drink drop by drop the truth which is bitter to us.

Whatever dressing one gives to mushrooms, to whatever sauces our Apiciuses put them, they are not really good but to be sent back to the dungheap where they are born.

When shall we see poets born? After a time of disasters and great misfortunes, when harrowed nations begin to breathe again. And then, shaken by the terror of such spectacles, imaginations will paint things entirely strange to those who have not witnessed them.