“An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.”

Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.

Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they’ve been taught is wrong!

When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.

One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.

If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

Respectable people, What bastards!

Everything is only a dream.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.

Inability, human incapacity, is the only boundary to an art.

Lovers are made by a kiss.

A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.

My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Since the same human mire remains beneath, does not all civilization reduce itself to the superiority of smelling nice and living well?

I’m a heroine addict. I need to have sex with women who have saved someone’s life.

The biggest trap, the biggest dungeon in life isn’t laziness or bad luck, it’s comfort.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lifetime.

I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

There are three constants in life, change, choice and principles.

Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

When one loses the deep intimate relationship with nature, then temples, mosques and churches become important.