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

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

Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.

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.

It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!

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

They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.