Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.

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.

Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

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

But a dandy can never be a vulgar man