You don’t make art out of good intentions.

Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others.

A thing derided is a thing dead; a laughing man is stronger than a suffering man.

The cult of art gives pride; one never has too much of it.

There are neither good nor bad subjects. From the point of view of pure Art, you could almost establish it as an axiom that the subject is irrelevant, style itself being an absolute manner of seeing things.

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

I'm absolutely removed from the world at such times...The hours go by without my knowing it. Sitting there I'm wandering in countries I can see every detail of - I'm playing a role in the story I'm reading. I actually feel I'm the characters - I live and breath with them.