The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.
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.
A book is a garden, a party, a company by the way.
With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.
You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.