Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.

Why change the world? Change worlds!

We don't trust our five senses; we rely on our critics and educators, all of whom are failures in the realm of creation.

Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

But it's just because the chances are all against you, just because there is so little hope, that life is sweet over here.

Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.

It is no accident that propels people like us to Paris.