Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!
Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will. Virtue, good, evil are nothing but words, unless one takes them apart in order to build something with them; they do not win their true meaning until one knows how to apply them.
The missionary is no longer a man, a conscience. He is a corpse, in the hands of a confraternity, without family, without love, without any of the sentiments that are dear to us. Emasculated, in a sense, by his vow of chastity, he offers us the distressing spectacle of a man deformed and impotent or engaged in a stupid and useless struggle with the sacred needs of the flesh, a struggle which, seven times out of ten, leads him to sodomy, the gallows, or prison.
I have always wanted a mistress who was fat, and I have never found one. To make a fool of me, they are always pregnant.
Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty?
We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.