Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
In our corruption we perceive beauties unrevealed to ancient times.