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"Yes! live life with every fibre of one's being, surrender oneself to it, with no thoughts of rebellion, without deluding oneself that one can improve it and render it painless."
"If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity."
"If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy."
"In love as in speculation there is much filth; in love also, people think only of their own gratification; yet without love there would be no life, and the world would come to an end."
"Violence has never prospered, you can't remake the world in a day. Anyone who promises to change everything for you all at once is either a fool or a rogue!"
"I am an artist... I am here to live out loud."
"Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?"
"It was always the same; other people gave up loving before she did. They got spoilt, or else they went away; in any case, they were partly to blame. Why did it happen so? She herself never changed; when she loved anyone, it was for life. She could not understand desertion; it was something so huge, so monstrous that the notion of it made her little heart break."
"It is not necessary that one should humble oneself to deserve assistance, it is sufficient that one should suffer."
"Art for me...is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society."
"Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy."
"Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like."
"Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?"
"The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones."
"Over all crowds there seems to float a vague distress, an atmosphere of pervasive melancholy, as if any large gathering of people creates an aura of terror and pity."
"If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it."
"The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more."
"Classical education has deformed everything, and has imposed upon us as geniuses men of correct, facile talent, who follow the beaten track."
"When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it."
"The conclusion does not belong to the artist."