I see through most people; I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at once what they've got in them.

So the days pass, and I ask myself whether one is not hypnotized, as a child by a silver globe, by life, and whether this is living.

Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.

The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.

It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man.

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire.

We must reconcile ourselves to a season of failures and fragments.