The vague torment of ... ambition.

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.

She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.

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

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

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.