Believe me; all evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.
Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.
Talent is like a faucet, while it is open, one must write.
Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.
The object of art is to give life shape.
Life is very nice, but it has no shape. The object of art is actually to give it some and to do it by every artifice possible-truer than the truth.