Wine transforms moles into eagles.

But a dandy can never be a vulgar man

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before he is defeated.

I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry will be born of our intimate union. A god we shall create together, and we shall soar heavenward like sunbeams, perfumes, butterflies, birds, and all winged things.

I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.

For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.

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