Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.
Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.
Doubt, or the absence of faith and naivete, is a vice peculiar to this age, for no one is obedient nowadays; and naivete, which means the dominance of temperament in the manner, is a gift from God, possessed by very few.
What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!
Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.
I felt passing over me the wind of the wing of madness.