I see no present solution of a great and intricate problem but that the rich should realize their duty to the poor.

... France is the genius among nations.

Writing was my real life and I was more at home with the people of my imagination than with the best I met in the objective world.

Has it ever occurred to you, that the rich are at the mercy of the poor, not the poor at that of the rich? Who permits us to be rich if not the poor?

Our impulses are our birthright. To alter personality would be unjust, almost criminal, for the impulses that make a fool or worse of us in certain circumstances may be necessary for our happiness.

The only real rival of love is Art, for that in itself is a deep personal passion, its function an act of creation, fed by some mysterious perversion of sex, and demanding all the imagination's activities.

No matter how hard a man may labor, some woman is always in the background of his mind. She is the one reward of virtue.