We do not wish to say only that a man is responsible for his own individuality, but that he is responsible for that of all men.

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency.

For the artist, the color, the bouquet, the tinkling of the spoon on the saucer, are things in the highest degree. He stops at the quality of the sound or the form. He returns to it constantly and is enchanted with it.

Once freedom lights its beacon in man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.

Ah! How I hate the crimes of the new generation: they are dry and sterile as darnel.