Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.

For me, Romanticism is the most recent and the most current expression of beauty.

In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may be, before one's eyes. It becomes its symbol.

Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.

It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.