The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.
A prig always finds a last refuge in responsibility.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
The Louvre is like the morgue; one goes there to identify one’s friends.
Poets don’t draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.
True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.
Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.