The vices of man, as full of horror as one might suppose them to be, contain the proof (if in nothing else but their infinitely expandable nature) of his taste for the infinite; only, it is a taste that often takes a wrong turn.

By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization.

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

Woman is natural, that is to say, abominable.

But a dandy can never be a vulgar man

When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!

We love women in proportion to their degree of strangeness to us.