And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.

Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.

The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.

There is a word, in a verb, something sacred which forbids us from using it recklessly. To handle a language cunningly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

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.