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

The true voyagers are those who go for the sake of traveling . . . and without quite knowing why, they say, 'Let us depart!'.

It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.

By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization.

My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.

If the poet has pursued a moral objective, he has diminished his poetic force.

Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.