Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.

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.

If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

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

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.

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.