Death has to be waiting at the end of the ride before you truly see the earth, and feel your heart, and love the world.

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.

Everything ends this way in France — everything. Weddings, christenings, duels, burials, swindlings, diplomatic affairs — everything is a pretext for a good dinner.

All prisons are brimming over with innocence. It is those who cram their fellows into them, in the name of empty ideas, who are the only guilty ones.

It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness even to be truly base.

Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.