What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?

In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.

Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.

Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.

An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.

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

I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.