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

[The artist] is like a pump; he has inside him a great pipe that reaches down into the entrails of things, the deepest layers. He sucks up what was lying there below, dim and unnoticed, and brings it in great jets to the sunlight.

I do not like to "interest" the public with myself.

The only way to avoid being unhappy is to close yourself up in Art and to count for nothing all the rest.

Let us not kid ourselves; let us remember that literature is of no use whatever, except in the very special case of somebody's wishing to become, of all things, a Professor of Literature.

I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.

One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.