Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.

If a given combination of trees, mountains, water, and houses, say a landscape, is beautiful, it is not so by itself, but because of me, of my favor, of the idea or feeling I attach to it.

Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.

Dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music

Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

The artist is today and has been for many years, despite his absence of merit, simply a spoiled child. So many honors, so much money bestowed on men without souls and without education.