The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

Like those great sphinxes lounging through eternity in noble attitudes upon the desert sand, they gaze incuriously at nothing, calm and wise.

Genius is nothing more or less than childhood recovered by will, a childhood how equipped for self-expression with an adult's capacities.

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.

It is the pleasure of astonishing others, and the proud satisfaction of never being astonished by them.

Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.

Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.