To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance; We find delight in the most loathsome things; Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings, And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by man, is immortal. For form is independent of matter: molecules do not constitute form.

The dandy should aspire to be uninterruptedly sublime. He should live and sleep in front of a mirror.

When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.

Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.