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

Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it; it is yourself.

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

Expect neither reward nor beatitude. Return noble waves for ignoble.

one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started

I've always preferred mythology to history. History is truth that becomes an illusion. Mythology is an illusion that becomes reality.