Hay que ser absolutamente Moderno

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

For a long time I found the celebrities of modern painting and poetry ridiculous. I loved absurd pictures, fanlights, stage scenery, mountebanks backcloths, inn-signs, cheap colored prints; unfashionable literature, church Latin, pornographic books badly spelt, grandmothers novels, fairy stories, little books for children, old operas, empty refrains, simple rhythms.