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.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.

This industry [photography], by invading the territories of art, has become art's most mortal enemy.

It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance

What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.

There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.