Everyone's pet is the most outstanding. This begets mutual blindness.
Catastrophe, riots, factories blowing up, armies in flight, flood - the ear can detect a whole apocalypse in the starry night of the human body.
The artist must know how far to go too far.
Expect neither reward nor beatitude. Return noble waves for ignoble.
The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.