Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.

I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.

Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.

The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.

Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.