In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to the individual and asks no better than to be celebrated in each man's own language - so long as he knows anguish and is a painter.
To be a great man and a saint for oneself, that is the only important thing.