What is art? Prostitution.
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.
We are all born marked for evil.
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.
Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.
For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.
Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.