The pleasure of being a scoundrel can be adequately savored in silence.

Art includes everything which stimulates the desire to live; science includes everything which sharpens the desire to know. Art, even the most disinterested, the most disembodied, is the auxiliary of life.

Man has made use of his intelligence; he invented stupidity.

We live less and less, and we learn more and more. Sensibility is surrendering to intelligence.

Man associates ideas not according to logic or verifiable exactitude, but according to his pleasure and interests. It is for this reason that most truths are nothing but prejudices.

Art is the accomplice of love.

Man is the inventor of stupidity.