A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.

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.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one's intellect to know it better.

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.