We are less justified in saying that the thinking life of humanity is a miraculous perfectioning of animal and physical life than that it is an imperfection in the organization of spiritual life as rudimentary as the communal existence of protozoa in colonies.

There was nothing abnormal about it when homosexuality was the norm.

One must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.

It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.

A cathedral, a wave of a storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped.

Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark room, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.

Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown within us.