After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
Everyone's pet is the most outstanding. This begets mutual blindness.
Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation