It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

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

There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.

Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.

the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love

Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!

La, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté Luxe, calme et volupté There, there is nothing else but grace and measure, Richness, quietness, and pleasure.