Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.

What is art? Prostitution.

A Dandy does nothing.

It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.

The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice... it's Humanity in search of happiness.

All the visible universe is nothing but a shop of images and signs.

So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.