Democracy: a festival of mediocrity.

History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable.

When you have understood that nothing is, that things do not even deserve the status of appearances, you no longer need to be saved, you are saved, and miserable forever.

I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.

I lost my sleep, and this is the greatest tragedy that can befall someone. It is much worse than sitting in prison.

Discretion is deadly to genius; ruinous to talent.

If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised."