I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.

We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

On the vaporization and the centralization of the Self. All is there.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.

Good sense tells us that earthly things are rare and fleeting, and that true reality exists only in dreams. To draw sustenance from happiness- natural or artificial - you must first have the courage to swallow it; and those who perhaps most merit happiness are precisely those on whom felicity, as mortals conceive it, always acts as a vomitive.