The cult of art gives pride; one never has too much of it.
The true poet for me is a priest. As soon as he dons the cassock, he must leave his family.
I hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests.
The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.
One mustn’t always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form.
Read much, but not many books.
The only way to avoid being unhappy is to close yourself up in Art and to count for nothing all the rest.
One never tires of what is well written, style is life! It is the very blood of thought!
Reality does not conform to the ideal, but confirms it.
A superhuman will is needed in order to write, and I am only a man.
As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use.
Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.
Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.
One arrives at style only with atrocious effort, with fanatical and devoted stubbornness.