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 ...

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. Pleasur ...