To a book collector, you see, the true freedom of all books is somewhere on his shelves.

The good tidings which the historian of the past brings with throbbing heart may be lost in a void the very moment he opens his mouth.

You could tell a lot about a man by the books he keeps - his tastes, his interest, his habits.

Opinions are a private matter. The public has an interest only in judgments.

The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.

There is no document of civilization which is not at the same time a document of barbarism.

For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors.