In most cases, when the lion, weary of obeying its master, has torn and devoured him, its nerves are pacified and it looks round for another master before whom to grovel.

Man cannot bear his own portrait. The image of his limits and his own determinacy exasperates him, drives him mad.

That which has always been accepted by everyone, everywhere, is almost certain to be false.

Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking.

Serious people have few ideas. People with ideas are never serious.

Do you not realise that dance is the pure act of metamorphosis?

All nations have present, or past, or future reasons for thinking themselves incomparable.