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

Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.

Genius is nothing more or less than childhood recovered by will, a childhood how equipped for self-expression with an adult's capacities.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

And over your unconsecrated head you'll hear the howling wolves lament their fate and yours the livelong year.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.