True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.
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.
What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.
Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.
