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A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by th...  
A breath of wind from the wings of madness.  
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.  
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.  
Always be a poet, even in prose.   Poetry
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poe...  
Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.  
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and ca...   Art
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; goo...  
For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.  
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in...  
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer co...  
I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its ...  
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be si...  
Inspiration comes of working every day.  
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luc...  
It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love ca...  
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one ha...  
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.  
Nothing can be done except little by little.  
Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguis...  
The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the...  
The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are ...  
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the l...  
The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels...  
The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, ...  
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.  
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seekin...  
There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances, one to G...  
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.  
There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you da...  
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation...