I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.

Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.

I confess, I do not believe in time.

My loathings are simple. stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.

To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.

Look at this tangle of thorns.