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.
I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card.
Topics: Gambling, Soul
A multitude of small delights constitute happiness.
Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by the desire of changing his bed. One would prefer to suffer near the fire, and another is certain he would get well if he were by the window.
Topics: Opportunities, Reality
- Arthur Rimbaud French Poet
- Remy de Gourmont French Poet, Novelist, Critic
- Guillaume Apollinaire Italian-born French Poet
- Victor Hugo French Novelist
- Jean-Paul Sartre French Philosopher
- Octave Mirbeau French Journalist
- Jean Cocteau French Poet, Novelist
- Jean de La Fontaine French Poet
- Alphonse de Lamartine French Writer, Poet
- Voltaire French Philosopher