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.

Life is a wonderful thing to talk about, or to read about in history books - but it is terrible when one has to live it.

I like reality. It tastes like bread.

An ugly sight, a man who is afraid.

Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.

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