Both ardent lovers and austere scholars, when once they come to the years of discretion, love cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household, who like them are sensitive to the cold, and sedentary.

Hashish will be, indeed, for the impressions and familiar thoughts of the man, a mirror which magnifies, yet no more than a mirror.

In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.

I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.

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