One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.

The dandy should aspire to be uninterruptedly sublime. He should live and sleep in front of a mirror.

Where are the dogs going? you people who pay so little attention ask. They are going about their business. And they are very punctilious, without wallets, notes, and without briefcases.

Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.

So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.

If rape or arson, poison or the knife Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff Of this drab canvas we accept as life - It is because we are not bold enough!