It is easy to understand why the rabble dislike cats. A cat is beautiful; it suggests ideas of luxury, cleanliness, voluptuous pleasures.

The whole visible universe is but a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination will give a relative place and value; it is a sort of pasture which the imagination must digest and transform.

Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.

He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why so? He was forever in the act of conceiving it!

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

Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.

There can be no progress-real, moral prgress-except in the individual and by the individual himself.