Coffee falls into the stomach... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...

Study lends a kind of enchantment to all our surroundings.

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

The greater a man's talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.

Inspiration is the opportunity of genius.

The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.

The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them.