Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.

The course of a river is almost always disapproved of by the source.

Do not fear being ridiculous in relation to the ridiculous.

The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.

Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.

The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.