The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.

An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.

Politeness is organized indifference

Follow the path of your aroused thought, and you will soon meet this infernal inscription: There is nothing so beautiful as that which does not exist.

Man’s great misfortune is that he has no organ, no kind of eyelid or brake, to mask or block a thought, or all thought, when he wants to.

Life blackens at the contact of truth.

Poe is the only impeccable writer. He was never mistaken.

Our judgments judge us, and nothing reveals us, exposes our weaknesses, more ingeniously than the attitude of pronouncing upon our fellows.

An artist never really finishes his work; he merely abandons it

What one wrote playfully, another reads with tension and passion; what one wrote with tension and passion, another reads playfully.

That which has always been accepted by everyone, everywhere, is almost certain to be false.

Those who cannot attack the thought, instead attack the thinker.

History is the science of things which are not repeated.

At times I think and at times I am.

Politics is the art of preventing people from taking part in affairs which properly concern them.

Nothing is more natural than mutual misunderstanding; the contrary is always surprising. I believe that one never agrees on anything except by mistake, and that all harmony among human beings is the happy fruit of...

Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder.