It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that in evil is found all sensual delight.

Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.

...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.

Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.

One can only forget about time by making use of it.