I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!

Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.

Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!

By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization.