Never do what a specialist can do better. Discover your own specialty. Do not despair if your specialty appears to be more delicate, a lesser thing. Make up in finesse what you lose in force.

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jacques felt himself growing gloomy again. He was well aware that to live on earth a man must follow its fashions, and hearts were no longer worn.

True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.

May the devil himself splatter you with dung.

The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.

He has the manner of a giant with the look of a child, a lazy activeness, a mad wisdom, a solitude encompassing the world.