Put all your rage and madness into your work and live as orderly a life as possible.

On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

For every bourgeois, in the heat of youth, if only for a day, for a minute, has believed himself capable of immense passions, of heroic enterprises. The most mediocre libertine has dreamed of oriental princesses; every rotary carries about inside him the debris of a poet.

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it

Talent is a long patience.

She did not believe that things could remain the same in different places, and since the portion of her life that lay behind her had been bad, no doubt that which remained to be lived would be better.