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

Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?

All fashions are charming, or rather relatively charming, each one being a new striving, more or less well conceived, after beauty, an approximate statement of an ideal, the desire for which constantly teases the unsatisfied human mind.

An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).

He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why so? He was forever in the act of conceiving it!

There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances, one to God, the other to Satan. Invocation of God, or Spirituality, is a desire to climb higher; that of Satan, or animality, is delight in descent.