The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.

If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.

Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!

Respectable people... What bastards!

When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss.

Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.

The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.