Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.

Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.

Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.