Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.
It is one of the prodigious privileges of art that the horrific, artistically expressed, becomes beauty, and that sorrow, given rhythm and cadence, fills the spirit with a calm joy.
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
The beautiful is always bizarre.
A Dandy does nothing.
Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness.