Sentences Must Stir In A Book Like

He Had The Vanity To Believe Men Did Not Like Him – While Men Simply Did Not Know Him.

My Life Which I Dream Will Be So Beautiful, So Poetic, So Vast, So Filled With Love Will Turn Out To Be Like Everybody Else's - Monotonous, Sensible, Stupid.

May I Die Like A Dog Rather Than Hasten The Ripening Of A Sentence By A Single Second!

One Never Tires Of What Is Well Written, Style Is Life! It Is The Very Blood Of Thought!

It Seems To Me That I Have Always Existed And That I Possess Memories That Date Back To The Pharaohs.