My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.

The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice... it's Humanity in search of happiness.

A child sees everything in a sense of newness - he is always drunk. Genius is nothing but childhood re-attained at will.

All forms of beauty, like all possible phenomena, contain an element of the eternal and an element of the transitory - of the absolute and of the particular. Absolute and eternal beauty does not exist, or rather it is only an abstraction creamed from the general surface of different beauties. The particular element in each manifestation comes from the emotions: and just as we have our own particular emotions, so we have our own beauty.

Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.

Genius is childhood recalled at will.

Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.