The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.

Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.

War! When I but think of this word, I feel bewildered, as though they were speaking to me of sorcery, of the Inquisition, of a distant, finished, abominable, monstrous, unnatural thing. When they speak to us of cannibals, we smile proudly, as we proclaim our superiority to these savages. Who are the real savages? Those who struggle in order to eat those whom they vanquish, or those who struggle merely to kill?

We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

The only certainty is death.

Every government has as much of a duty to avoid war as a ship's captain has to avoid a shipwreck.

The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.