True Civilization does not lie in gas, nor in steam, nor in turn-tables. It lies in the reduction of the traces of original sin.

A work of art should be like a well-planned crime.

The will to work must dominate, for art is long and time is brief.

If photography is allowed to supplement art in some of its functions, it will soon have supplanted or corrupted it altogether, thanks to the stupidity of the multitude which is its natural ally.

What is art? Prostitution.

I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul.

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?