Each of us is full of too many wheels, screws and valves to permit us to judge one another on a first impression or by two or three external signs.
I am not a liberal, not a conservative, not a believer in gradual progress, not a monk. I should like to be a free artist and nothing more.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had champagne.
What a delight it is to respect people!
Only entropy comes easy.
Wherever there is degeneration and apathy, there also is sexual perversion, cold depravity, miscarriage, premature old age, grumbling youth, there is a decline in the arts, indifference to science, and injustice in all its forms.
Sometimes we go to a play and after the curtain has been up five minutes we have a sense of being able to settle back in the arms of the playwright. Instinctively we know that the playwright knows his business.
The personal life of every individual is based on secrecy, and perhaps it is partly for that reason that civilized man is so nervously anxious that personal privacy should be respected.
How unbearable at times are people who are happy, people for whom everything works out.
A woman is fascinated not by art but by the noise made by those in the field.
And it is the way with us that you may express disapproval of the sun or the moon, or anything you like, but God preserve you from touching the Liberals! Heaven forbid!
People are far more sincere and good-humored at speeding their parting guests than on meeting them.
To regard one’s immortality as an exchange of matter is as strange as predicting the future of a violin case once the expensive violin it held has broken and lost its worth.
The more simply we look at ticklish questions, the more placid will be our lives and relationships.
Great Jove angry is no longer Jove.
I’m in mourning for my life.
Sports are positively essential. It is healthy to engage in sports, they are beautiful and liberal, liberal in the sense that nothing serves quite as well to integrate social classes, etc., than street or public games.
All great sages are as despotic as generals, and as ungracious and indelicate as generals, because they are confident of their impunity.
One had better not rush, otherwise dung comes out rather than creative work.
Life is difficult for those who have the daring to first set out on an unknown road. The avant-garde always has a bad time of it.