Criticism occupies the lowest place in the literary hierarchy: as regards form, almost always; and as regards moral value, incontestably. It comes after rhyming games and acrostics, which at least require a certain inventiveness.

Art requires neither complaisance nor politeness; nothing but faith, faith and freedom.

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

You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything

I love good sense above all, perhaps because I have none.

Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

I am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.