The photographic industry was the refuge of all the painters who couldn't make it, either because they had no talent or because they were too lazy to finish their studies. Hence this universal infatuation was not only characterized by blindness and stupidity, but also by vindictiveness.

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

A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.

We are all born marked for evil.

Hashish will be, indeed, for the impressions and familiar thoughts of the man, a mirror which magnifies, yet no more than a mirror.

Life swarms with innocent monsters.

It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.