To glorify the cult of images (my great, my only, my earliest passion).

Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.

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.

The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.