How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.