Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.
Come, let’s be calm: no one incapable of restraint was ever a writer.
A good sentence in prose should be like a good line in poetry, unchangeable, as rhythmic, as sonorous.
Everything is there: the love of Art.
Mediocrity cherishes rules; as for me, I hate them; I feel for them and for every restriction, corporation, caste, hierarchy, level, herd, a loathing which fills my soul, and it is in this respect perhaps that I understand martyrdom.
Writing history is like drinking an ocean and pissing a cupful.