I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

Take [Stéphane] Mallarme. I hold him to be the greatest of French poets, and I have taken some time to understand him !

Better a good journalist than a poor assassin.

For common minds have an ugly ability to perceive in the deepest and richest saying nothing but their own everyday opinion.

Il n'y a de réalité que dans l'action. (There is no reality except in action.)

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey