The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.

Imagination helps the realism of every detail, and only sees the beauties of the work.

There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.

Journalism is a giant catapult set in motion by pigmy hatreds.

The great secret of social alchemy is to profit best from each stage in our lives, to gather all its leaves in spring, all its flowers in summer, and all its fruits in autumn.

It is very difficult to pass from pleasure to work. Accordingly more poems have been swallowed up by sorrow than ever happiness caused to blaze forth in unparalleled radiance.

The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.