My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before he is defeated.

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it-it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity – that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are a essential part and characteristic of beauty.