"On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it."
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"On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it."
"The most important quality of art and its aim is illusion; emotion, which is often obtained by certain sacrifices of poetic detail, is something else entirely and of an inferior order."
"Mediocrity cherishes rules; as for me, I hate them; I feel for them and for every restriction, corporation, caste, hierarchy, level, herd, a loathing which fills my soul, and it is in this respect perhaps that I understand martyrdom."
"Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart."
"The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel."
"The more you approach infinity, the deeper you penetrate terror"
"What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!"
"Everything depends on the value we give to things. We are the ones who make morality and virtue. The cannibal who eats his neighbor is as innocent as the child who sucks his barley-sugar."
"Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling."
"There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me"
"Do not imagine you can exorcise what oppresses you in life by giving vent to it in art."
"Put all your rage and madness into your work and live as orderly a life as possible."
"My life which I dream will be so beautiful, so poetic, so vast, so filled with love will turn out to be like everybody else's - monotonous, sensible, stupid."
"Snicker on hearing his name: 'the gentleman who thinks we are descended from the apes.'"
"She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books."
"It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling."
"Beautiful things spoil nothing."
"And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light."
"I go dreaming into the future, where I see nothing, nothing. I have no plans, no idea, no project, and, what is worse, no ambition. Something – the eternal ‘what’s the use?’ – sets its bronze barrier across every avenue that I open up in the realm of hypothesis."
"There are some men whose only mission among others is to act as intermediaries; one crosses them like bridges and keeps going."