The whole visible universe is but a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination will give a relative place and value; it is a sort of pasture which the imagination must digest and transform.

Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

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

In philosophical inquiry, the human spirit, imitating the movement of the stars, must follow a curve which brings it back to its point of departure. To conclude is to close a circle.

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.

Imagination is an almost divine faculty which, without recourse to any philosophical method, immediately perceives everything: the secret and intimate connections between things, correspondences and analogies.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness