I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.

Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.

An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.

Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

The fate of animals is of greater importance to me than the fear of appearing ridiculous; it is indissolubly connected with the fate of men.

Nothing develops intelligence like travel.