We only understand that which already is within us.
Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!
Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.
There is no respect for others without humility in one’s self.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
The man who has no inner-life is a slave to his surroundings.
Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the other half is the eternal and the immutable.
To live we must conquer incessantly, we must have the courage to be happy.