I am the vampire at my own veins.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.
Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to the individual and asks no better than to be celebrated in each man's own language - so long as he knows anguish and is a painter.