Everything for me becomes allegory

Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.

The photographic industry was the refuge of all the painters who couldn't make it, either because they had no talent or because they were too lazy to finish their studies. Hence this universal infatuation was not only characterized by blindness and stupidity, but also by vindictiveness.

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.

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.