The morality of art is in its very beauty.

When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women

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

I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world

I have come to have the firm conviction that vanity is the basis of everything, and finally that what one calls conscience is only inner vanity.

How you measure the performance of your managers directly affects the way they act.

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.