I have an object, a task, let me say the word, a passion. The profession of writing is a violent and almost indestructible one.

The smoke of glory is not worth the smoke of a pipe.

Art speaks only to the mind, whereas nature speaks to all the faculties.

The most honest of men is the one who thinks and acts best, but the most powerful is the one who writes and speaks best.

Art belongs to all times and to all countries; its special benefit is precisely to be still living when everything else seems dying; that is why Providence shields it from too personal or too general passions, and grants it a patient and persevering organization, durable sensibility, and the contemplative sense in which lies invincible faith.

I know that I have found fulfillment. I have an object in life, a task ... a passion.

Where there is no longer love, there is no longer anything.