Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.
Sometimes I think I'm liquefying like an old Camembert.
Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom
What is glory? It is to have a lot of nonsense talked about you.
Better to work for yourself alone. You do as you like and follow your own ideas, you admire yourself and please yourself: isn’t that the main thing? And then the public is so stupid. Besides, who reads? And what do they read? And what do they admire?
A good sentence in prose should be like a good line in poetry, unchangeable, as rhythmic, as sonorous.