It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.
If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist.
What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!
You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.
What is art? Prostitution.
Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of horrors, I cannot understand how an innocent hand can touch a newspaper without convulsing in disgust.