To see one's name in print! Some people commit a crime for no other reason.

As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.

There is no truth. There is only perception.

Tout ce qu'on invente est vrai, soi-en sure. La poesie est une chose aussi precise que la geometrie.

And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.

Here is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion.

One arrives at style only with atrocious effort, with fanatical and devoted stubbornness.