We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong..

Many men on the point of an edifying death would be furious if they were suddenly restored to health..

I am the captain of my destiny, I do not abandon the ship in hard times, But, I do have sense enough not to go down with the ship..

We want Realism's wealth of experience and Symbolism's depth of feeling. All art is a problem of balance between two opposites..

Not believing in anything is also a religion ..

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first..

Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference..

Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state..

Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism..

There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life..

The whole problem of life, then, is this: how to break out of one's own loneliness, how to communicate with others..

How can you have confidence in a woman who will not risk entrusting her whole life to you, day and night?.

Love has the faculty of making two lovers seem naked, not in each other's sight, but in their own..

The act the act must not be a revenge. It must be a calm, weary renunciation, a closing of accounts, a private, rhythmic deed. The last remark..

There is no finer revenge than that which others inflict on your enemy. Moreover, it has the advantage of leaving you the role of a generous man..

Nowadays, suicide is just a way of disappearing. It is carried out timidly, quietly, and falls flat. It is no longer an action, only a submission..

I've discovered nothing. but do you remember how much we talked when we were boys? We talked just for the fun of it. We knew very well it was only ta….

Those philosophers who believe in the absolute logic of truth have never had to discuss it on close terms with a woman..

Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and br….

In the mental disturbance and effort of writing, what sustains you is the certainty that on every page there is something left unsaid..

In fact a man in love or one consumed with hatred creates symbols for himself, as a superstitious man does, from a passion of conferring uniqueness o….