In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.

Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.

My dear brothers, never forget, when you hear the progress of enlightenment vaunted, that the devil's best trick is to persuade you that he doesn't exist!

Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.

It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.

In our corruption we perceive beauties unrevealed to ancient times.

From his soft fur, golden and brown, Goes out so sweet a scent, one night I might have been embalmed in it By giving him one little pet. He is my household's guardian soul; He judges, he presides, inspires All matters in his royal realm; Might he be fairy? or a god? When my eyes, to this cat I love Drawn as by a magnet's force, Turn tamely back upon that appeal, And when I look within myself, I notice with astonishment The fire of his opal eyes, Clear beacons glowing, living jewels, Taking my measure, steadily.