Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.

I am bored in France because everyone resembles Voltaire.

Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of horrors, I cannot understand how an innocent hand can touch a newspaper without convulsing in disgust.

Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.

To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.

Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.

Always be drunk ... Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.