“So many FREAKS and not enough CIRCUSES!”

“Les mots ne sont rien en pareil cas, — l’art de les prononcer est tout…”

“Je sentis frissonner sur mes lèvres muettes la douceur et l'effroi de ton premier baiser. Sous tes pas, j'entendis les lyres se briser, en criant vers le ciel l'ennui fier des poètes, parmi des flots de sons languissamment décrus.”

“I am a mediocre being, a bit cunning.”

“What matters to us, the judgment of men? What have we to doubt, since we are pure before life?”

“As soon as we abandon our reason and are content to rely on authority, there is no end to our troubles.”

“As a child I had wanted to become an automobile, but then I grew up to be thirty years old.”