To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.

Life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping.

Dullness is the coming of age of seriousness.

A man who marries without knowing Bunbury has a very tedious time of it.

The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us.

To be popular one must be a mediocrity.

Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success.