A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.

He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.

These beings have no other status, but that of cultivating the idea of beauty in their own persons, of satisfying their passions, of feeling and thinking.... Contrary to what many thoughtless people seem to believe, dandyism is not even an excessive delight in clothes and material elegance. For the perfect dandy, these things are no more than the symbol of the aristocratic superiority of his mind.

The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.

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

Music fathoms the sky.