But a dandy can never be a vulgar man

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

If the poet has pursued a moral objective, he has diminished his poetic force.

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.

Genius is nothing more or less than childhood recovered by will, a childhood how equipped for self-expression with an adult's capacities.

...an industry which can furnish results identical to nature must be the absolute in art.

My love, do you recall the object which we saw, That fair, sweet, summer morn! At a turn in the path a foul carcass On a gravel strewn bed, Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman, Burning and dripping with poisons, Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way Its belly, swollen with gases.