Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!

Nothing is ever so good or so bad in reality as it is in the anticipation.

When I die my death will be caused by indignation at the stupidity of human nature.

one life would not suffice, mine especially. To touch everything and leave nothing after oneself! Ah! my God! I hope better than that. Ah! I am very cowardly, and under the blow of such a terror I am ready to believe in priests.

Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!

I want to live faster, faster, faster! ... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows?

Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Men and cats are unworthy creatures.