Genius is the talent of a person who is dead.
Man is a mind betrayed, not served, by his organs.
Debauchery is perhaps an act of despair in the face of infinity.
People don't like the true and simple; they like fairy tales and humbug.
Historians tell the story of the past, novelists the story of the present.
If there is a God, atheism must seem to Him as less of an insult than religion.
The newspaper is the natural enemy of the book, as the whore is of the decent woman.
A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
That which, perhaps, hears more nonsense than anything in the world, is a picture in a museum.