The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.

The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.

Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.

History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth.

Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work - that's what makes you unique.

The public only takes up yesterday as a stick to beat today.

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo