Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

Art for me...is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.

Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.

If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

Oh, that's typical of you modern young men; you've nibbled at science and it's made you ill, because you've not been able to satisfy that old craving for the absolute that you absorbed in your nurseries. You'd like science to give you all the answers at one go, whereas we're only just beginning to understand it, and it'll probably never be anything but an eternal quest. And so you repudiate science, you fall back on religion, and religion won't have you any more. Then you relapse into pessimism...Yes, it's the disease of our age, of the end of the century: you're all inverted Werthers.