There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.
A sensation must have fallen very low to deign to turn into an idea.
My mission is to see things as they are. Exactly contrary of a mission.
Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!
Discretion is deadly to genius; ruinous to talent.
I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.