85 Quotes by Remy de Gourmont

Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.

Intelligence is perhaps but a malady,-a beautiful malady; the oyster's pearl.

It was an accident that has endowed man with intelligence. He has made use of it: he invented stupidity.

Intelligence is perhaps but a malady, -a beautiful malady; the oysters's pearl.

And there is neither beginning nor end, nor past nor future; there is only a present, at the same time static and ephemeral, multiple and absolute. It is the vital ocean in which we all share, according to our strength, our needs or our desires.

Each man must grant himself the emotions that he needs and the morality that suits him.

The terrible thing about the quest for truth is that you find it.

He was a young man of savage & unexpected originality, a diseased genius & quite frankly, a mad genius. Imbeciles grow insane & in their insanity the imbecility remains stagnant or agitated; in the madness of a man of genius some genius often remains: the form & not the quality of intelligence has been affected; the fruit has been bruised in the fall, but has preserved all its perfume & all the savor of its pulp, hardly too ripe.

Deprived of the infinite, man has become what he always was: a supernumerary. He hardly counts; he forms part of the troupe called Humanity; if he misses a cue, he is hissed; and if he drops through the trapdoor another puppet is in readiness to take his place.