He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.

I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage.

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

Look not at the face, young girl, look at the heart. The heart of a handsome young man is often deformed. There are hearts in which love does not keep. Young girl, the pine is not beautiful; it is not beautiful like the poplar, but it keeps its foliage in winter.

Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.