I go dreaming into the future, where I see nothing, nothing. I have no plans, no idea, no project, and, what is worse, no ambition. Something – the eternal ‘what’s the use?’ – sets its bronze barrier across every avenue that I open up in the realm of hypothesis.

One's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and to not accept the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.

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

Snicker on hearing his name: 'the gentleman who thinks we are descended from the apes.'

Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings.

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

It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.