It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.

Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.

Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

The dandy should aspire to be uninterruptedly sublime. He should live and sleep in front of a mirror.

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.