Morality is the weakness of the mind.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
. . . be absolute moderne.
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?
Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!