As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning, . . . [then] they fall down the curtains.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.

Dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music

Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!

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.

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.