Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.

Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject, nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.

Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

Inspiration comes of working every day.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.