Sometimes I think I'm liquefying like an old Camembert.

Art is nothing without form.

Stupidity consists in wanting to reach conclusions. We are a thread, and we want to know the whole cloth.

What I would like to write is a book about nothing, a book without exterior attachments, which would be held together by the innerforce of its style, as the earth without support is held in the air--a book that would have almost no subject or at least in which the subject would be almost invisible.

Sentences must stir in a book like leaves in a forest, each distinct from each despite their resemblance.

Better to work for yourself alone. You do as you like and follow your own ideas, you admire yourself and please yourself: isn’t that the main thing? And then the public is so stupid. Besides, who reads? And what do they read? And what do they admire?

Adultery ... could be as banal as marriage.