love as a passion—it is our European specialty—must absolutely be of noble origin; as is well known, its invention is due to the Provencal poet-cavaliers, those brilliant, ingenious men of the "gai saber," to whom Europe owes so much, and almost owes itself.

Under conditions of peace the warlike man attacks himself.

I have given a name to my pain, and call it "dog".

Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.

Christianity is called the religion of pity.

As an artist one has no home in Europe except in Paris.

Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for?