One must laugh and weep, love, work, enjoy and suffer, in short vibrate as much as possible in all his being.

Art is nothing without form.

Everything is there: the love of Art.

One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.

In my view, the novelist has no right to express his opinions on the things of this world. In creating, he must imitate God: do his job and then shut up.

The hearts of women are like those little pieces of furniture with secret hiding - places, full of drawers fitted into each other; you go a lot of trouble, break your nails, and in the bottom find some withered flower, a few grains of dust - or emptiness!