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

The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.

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.

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

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.

How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!

The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.