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

Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by man, is immortal. For form is independent of matter: molecules do not constitute form.

Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

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

There is no sweeter pleasure than to surprise a man by giving him more than he hopes for.

It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.