I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.

One sits down first; one thinks afterwards.

There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.

In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.

Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail.

In two weeks, despite these notes, I shall no longer believe in what I am experiencing now. One must leave behind a trace of this journey which memory forgets. One must, when this is impossible, write or draw without responding to the romantic solicitations of pain, without enjoying suffering like music, tieing a pen to one's foot if need be, helping the doctors who can learn nothing from laziness.