Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

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

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.

Beautiful things spoil nothing.

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

I detest my fellow-beings and do not feel that I am their fellow at all

And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?