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

One has to take a somewhat bold and dangerous line with this existence: especially as, whatever happens, we are bound to lose it.

A physician who treated me as a nervous case for a while said in the end "No! It is not a matter of your nerves; it is I who am nervous".

as though "the Truth" were such an innocent and incompetent creature as to require protectors!

You shall not steal! You shall not kill! Such words were once called holy; before them people bowrd their knees and heads, and removed their shoes. But I ask you: where have there ever been better thieves and killers in the world than such holy words have been? Is there not in all of life itself - robbing and killing? And when such words were called holy, was not truth itself thereby - killed?

There will be but few people who, when at a loss for topics of conversation, will not reveal the more secret affairs of their friends.

'He who seeks may easily get lost himself. It is a crime to go apart and be alone.' Thus speaks the herd.