I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.

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

Genius is childhood recalled at will.