Il citait du latin, tant il était exaspéré.
Het was een van die zuivere gevoelens die het normale leven niet verstoren, die men koestert omdat ze zeldzaam zijn en waarvan het verlies dieper zou kwetsen dan dat het bezit voldoening schenkt.
He had carefully avoided her out of the natural cowardice that characterizes the stronger sex.
Bir gün, birdenbire, tam umudumuzu kestiğimiz sırada. O zaman ufuklar aralanır; İşte! diye haykıran bir ses gibidir. Bir kimseye, yaşamınızın sırlarını dökmek, ona her şeyi vermek, onun için her şeyi...
And she felt as though she had been there, on that bench, for an eternity. For an infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.
The artist must manage to make posterity believe that he never existed.
I grew up in a hospital and as a child I played in the dissecting room
All one's inventions are true, you can be sure of that. Poetry is as exact a science as geometry.
Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.
The more ideas they had the more they suffered.
The morality of art consists, for everyone, in the side that flatters its own interests. People do not like literature.
On certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters.
Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.
Our ignorance of history makes us libel to our own times. People have always been like this.
He loved the extensive vaults where you could hear the night birds and the sea breeze; he loved the craggy ruins bound together by ivy, those dark halls, and any appearance of death and destruction. H...
Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.
Received the cross of the Legion of Honour.
When one does something, one must do it wholly and well. Those bastard existences where you sell suet all day and write poetry at night are made for mediocre minds – like those horses that are equally...
What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!
There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more