Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
To be weird! That is my goal!
The work of art is a stuffed crocodile.
I am dying. Please ... bring me a toothpick.
God is the shortest distance from zero to infinity.
Dawn was breaking, like the light from another world.
God is the tangential point between zero and infinity.
The applause of silence. is the only kind that counts.
Laughter is born out of the discovery of the contradictory.
La mort n'est que pour les me diocres. Death is only for the mediocre.
Talking about things that are understandable only weighs down the mind.
We believe... that the applause of silence is the only kind that counts.
You're looking exceptionally ugly tonight, Madam, is it because we have company?
It is one of the great joys of home ownership to fire a pistol in one's own bedroom
Blind and unwavering undisciplined at all times constitutes the real strength of all free men.
Dieu est le point tangent de ze ro et de l'infini. God is the tangential point of zero and the infinite.
Duration is the transformation of a succession into a reversion. In other words: THE BECOMING OF A MEMORY.
It is conventional to call 'monster' any blending of dissonant elements. I call 'monster' every original inexhaustible beauty.
Applause that comes thundering with such force you might think the audience merely suffers the music as an excuse for its ovations.
The virtue of dress rehearsals is that they are a free show for a select group of artists and friends of the author, and where for one unique evening the audience is almost expurgated of idiots.
To keep up even a worthwhile tradition means vitiating the idea behind it which must necessarily be in a constant state of evolution: it is mad to try to express new feelings in a mummified form.
We shall not have succeeded in demolishing everything unless we demolish the ruins as well. But the only way I can see of doing that is to use them to put up a lot of fine, well-designed buildings.
The theater, bringing impersonal masks to life, is only for those who are virile enough to create new life: either as a conflict of passions subtler than those we already know, or as a complete new character.
Anti-alcoholics are unfortunates in the grip of water, that terrible poison, so corrosive that out of all substances it has been chosen for washing and scouring, and a drop of water added to a clear liquid like Absinthe, muddles it.
It is because the public are a mass inert, obtuse, and passive that they need to be shaken up from time to time so that we can tell from their bear-like grunts where they are and also where they stand. They are pretty harmless, in spite of their numbers, because they are fighting against intelligence.