A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of Spring, love, and dogs.

What passes for woman's intuition is more often intrinsically nothing more than man's transparency.

An abstainer is the sort of man you wouldn't want to drink with even if he did.

Great drama is the souvenir of the adventure of a master among the pieces of his own soul.

It is also said of me that I now and then contradict myself. Yes, I improve wonderfully as time goes on.

Common sense, in so far as it exists, is all for the bourgeoisie. Nonsense is the privilege of the aristocracy. The worries of the world are for the common people.

I have yet to find a man worth his salt in any direction who did not think of himself first and foremost.