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

Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.

La, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté Luxe, calme et volupté There, there is nothing else but grace and measure, Richness, quietness, and pleasure.

Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.

Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.