Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.

Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.

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

Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.