The true artist is known by what he annexes, and he annexes everything.

When good Americans die, they go to Paris" "Where do bad Americans go?" "They stay in America

Hesitation of any kind is a sign of mental decay in the young, of physical weakness in the old.

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.

Hard work is amply the refuge of those who have nothing to do.