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

I watch the springs, the summers, the autumns; And when comes the winter snow monotonous, I shut all the doors and shutters To build in the night my fairy palace.

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

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

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.

There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.

Life swarms with innocent monsters.