A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.

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.

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?

For me, Romanticism is the most recent and the most current expression of beauty.

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.

Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.

One must work, if not from inclination, at least out of despair — since it proves, on close examination, that work is less boring than amusing oneself.