As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.