True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing. |
Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Vistor Hugo. |
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? |
Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly. |
What is line? It is life. A line must live at each point along its course in such a way that the artist's presence makes itself felt above that of the model. With the writer, line takes precedence over form and content. It runs through the words he assembles. It strikes a continuous note unperceived by ear or eye. It is, in a way, the soul's style, and if the line ceases to have a life of its own, if it only describes an arabesque, the soul is missing and the writing dies. |
What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you. |
Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it; it is yourself |
When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work. |
When a work of art appears to be in advance of its period, it is really the period that has lagged behind the work of art |
You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive. |
Youth is certain what it rejects before it knows what it will accept. |