Progress, this great heresy of decay.

It is this admirable and immortal instinct for beauty which causes us to regard the earth and its spectacles as a glimpse, a correspondence of the beyond.

We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.

Beware of all the paradoxical in love. It is simplicity which saves, it is simplicity which brings happiness...Love should be love.

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).

You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.

The more a man cultivates the arts the less he fornicates. A more and more apparent cleavage occurs between the spirit and the brute.