Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.

A publisher is simply a useful middle-man.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

All great ideas are dangerous.

Life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping.

The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her if she is pretty, and to someone else if she is plain.

Art should never be popular.