It is from the womb of art that criticism was born. >>
I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because no >>
On the day when a young writer corrects his first proof-sheet he is as >>
Half the vices which the world condemns most loudly have seeds of good >>
Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their de >>
The vices of some men are magnificent. >>
Alas, human vices, however horrible one might imagine them to be, contain the proof (were it only in their infinite expansion) of man's longing for the infinite; but it is a longing that often takes the wrong route. It is my belief that the reason behind all culpable excesses lies in this depravation of the sense of the infinite.