A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.
I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.
Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.