My life which I dream will be so beautiful, so poetic, so vast, so filled with love will turn out to be like everybody else's - monotonous, sensible, stupid.

If you participate in life, you don’t see it clearly: you suffer from it too much or enjoy it too much. The artist, to my way of thinking, is a monstrosity, something outside nature. All the misfortunes Providence inflicts on him come from his stubborness in denying that maxim.

Coffee: Induces wit. Good only if it comes through Havre. After a big dinner party it is taken standing up. Take it without sugar - very swank: gives the impression you have lived in the East.

A good sentence in prose should be like a good line in poetry, unchangeable, as rhythmic, as sonorous.

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

Everything is there: the love of Art.

The principal thing in the world is to keep the soul aloft.