I hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests.
Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.
What is the beautiful, if not the impossible.
For some men, the stronger their desire, the more difficult it is for them to act.
You can't find the soul with a scalpel.
One arrives at style only with atrocious effort, with fanatical and devoted stubbornness.