Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

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.

Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.

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.

Nothing develops intelligence like travel.

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.