For me, Romanticism is the most recent and the most current expression of beauty.

A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men.

There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.

Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?

There is a word, in a verb, something sacred which forbids us from using it recklessly. To handle a language cunningly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.