I have nothing to declare except my genuis.
I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.
Everything popular is wrong.
Public opinion exists only where there are no ideas.
If it took Labouchere three columns to prove that I was forgotten, then there is no difference between fame and obscurity.
What is said of man is nothing; the point is, who says it.