Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.

What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.

That in all times, mediocrity has dominated, that is indubitable; but that it reigns more than ever, that it is becoming absolutely triumphant and inhibiting, this is what is as true as it is distressing.

Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.

My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.

The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.