Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.

What a mysterious faculty is that queen of the faculties!

There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.

When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.

In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!

Every healthy man can do without food for two days — but without poetry, never!

The artist is today and has been for many years, despite his absence of merit, simply a spoiled child. So many honors, so much money bestowed on men without souls and without education.