So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.

Imagination is an almost divine faculty which, without recourse to any philosophical method, immediately perceives everything: the secret and intimate connections between things, correspondences and analogies.

A Dandy does nothing.

Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?

True Civilization does not lie in gas, nor in steam, nor in turn-tables. It lies in the reduction of the traces of original sin.

The son will run away from the family not at eighteen but at twelve, emancipated by his gluttonous precocity; he will fly not to seek heroic adventures, not to deliver a beautiful prisoner from a tower, not to immortalize a garret with sublime thoughts, but to found a business, to enrich himself and to compete with his infamous papa.