Man is the inventor of stupidity.

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

To write well, to have style ... is to paint. The master faculty of style is therefore the visual memory. If a writer does not see what he describes-countrysides and figures, movements and gestures-how could he have a style, that is originality?

And there is neither beginning nor end, nor past nor future; there is only a present, at the same time static and ephemeral, multiple and absolute. It is the vital ocean in which we all share, according to our strength, our needs or our desires.

Life is a series of sensations connected to different states of consciousness

Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art.

Women are the simple, and poets the superior, artisans of language... the intervention of grammarians is almost always bad.