There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?

There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.