The finest works of art are those in which there is the least matter. The closer expression comes to thought, the more the word clings to the idea and disappears, the more beautiful the work of art.

Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom

I go from exasperation to a state of collapse, then I recover and go from prostration to Fury, so that my average state is one of being annoyed.

May I die like a dog rather than hasten the ripening of a sentence by a single second!

The morality of art is in its very beauty.

I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.

The faster the word sticks to the thought, the more beautiful is the effect.