An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.

To glorify the cult of images (my great, my only, my earliest passion).

Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.

There can be no progress-real, moral prgress-except in the individual and by the individual himself.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.