It is from the womb of art that criticism was born

I am swimming in dishonor like a fish in water

As a remedy against all ills; poverty, sickness, and melancholy only one thing is absolutely necessary; a liking for work

Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.

It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.

Any man who does not accept the conditions of human life sells his soul

There are in every man, at every hour, two simultaneous postulations, one towards God, the other towards Satan

In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it

There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction

Any healthy man can go without food for two days, but not without poetry

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable

It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself

Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness

Inspiration comes of working every day

This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed

I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old