Only mediocrities progress. An artist revolves in a cycle of masterpieces, the first of which is no less perfect than the last.

Don't tell me that you have exhausted Life. When a man says that, one knows that life has exhausted him.

I never came across anyone in whom the moral sense was dominant who was not heartless, cruel, vindictive, log-stupid, and entirely lacking in the smallest sense of humanity. Moral people, as they are termed, are simple beasts.

As for omens, there is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.

One's dreams must be big enough so as not to lose sight of them.

I don't want to earn a living. I want to live.

Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue.