Every man is a book in which God himself writes.

Phenomena intersect; to see but one is to see nothing.

The aim of art is almost divine: to bring to life again if it is writing history, to create if it is writing poetry.

Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler and easier. Architecture was dethroned. The stone letters of Orpheus gave way to the lead letters of Gutenburg. The book will kill the edifice.

The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.

To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.

Man does not understand nor accept immortality except on condition of self-remembrance.