Occupation: Journalist Birth: February 16, 1848 Death: February 16, 1917
Nothing comes at all -- never anything. And I cannot accustom myself to that. It is this monotony, this absolute fixity in life, that is the hardest ….
When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay..
There is a diabolical streak in me, a troublesome and inexplicable perversity..
To take something from a person and keep it for oneself: that is robbery. To take something from one person and then turn it over to another in excha….
Come now, don't make such a funeral face. It isn't dying that's sad; it's living when you're not happy..
The greatest danger of a terrorist's bomb is in the explosion of stupidity that it provokes..
Solitude does not consist in living alone; it consists in living with others, with people who take no interest in you..
As soon as I find myself in the presence of a rich man, I cannot help looking upon him as an exceptional and beautiful being, as a sort of marvellous….
Children, by nature, are keen, passionate and curious. What was referred to as laziness is often merely an awakening of sensitivity, a psychological ….
You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventio….
Sheep run to the slaughterhouse, silent and hopeless, but at least sheep never vote for the butcher who kills them or the people who devour them. Mor….
The poor are the human manure in which grow the harvests of life, the harvests of joy which the rich reap..
Nature’s constantly screaming with all its shapes and scents: love each other! Love each other! Do as the flowers. There’s only love..
The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden…Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, h….
While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of ….
Great ladies ... are like the best sauces -- it is better not to know how they are made..
Woman possesses the cosmic force of an element, an invincible force of destruction, like nature's. She is, in herself alone, all nature! Being the ma….
Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder..
Wherever he goes, whatever he does, he will always see that word: murder—immortally inscribed upon the pediment of that vast slaughterhouse—humanity..
While all is new, all is beautiful. That is a well-known song. Yes, and the next day the air changes into another one equally well known..
Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible and splendid... like love!.