The horse is the only animal into which one can bang nails.
The less I understand life, the more I live it!
In morals, always do as others do; in art, never.
There is nothing like literature: I lose a cow, I write about her death, and my writing pays me enough to buy another cow.
The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it.
I have no religion,’ says Borneau, ‘but I respect the religion of others. Religion is sacred.’ Why this privilege, this immunity?... A believer creates God in his own image; if he is ugly, his God will be morally ugly. Why should moral ugliness be respectable?