True Civilization does not lie in gas, nor in steam, nor in turn-tables. It lies in the reduction of the traces of original sin.
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.
What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.
A book is a garden, a party, a company by the way.