Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.

Only a fool thinks price and value are the same.

My philosophy is fundamentally sad, but I’m not a sad man, and I don’t believe I sadden anyone else. In other words, the fact that I don’t put my philosophy into practice saves me from its evil spell, or, rather, my faith in the human race is stronger then my intellectual analysis of it; there lies the fountain of youth in which my heart is continually bathing.

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.

The great philosophers are poets who believe in the reality of their poems.

Those who deny the existence of the truth postulate the truth of their denial and plainly contradict themselves.

The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.