I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances, one to God, the other to Satan. Invocation of God, or Spirituality, is a desire to climb higher; that of Satan, or animality, is delight in descent.

...an industry which can furnish results identical to nature must be the absolute in art.

It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.

There is no sweeter pleasure than to surprise a man by giving him more than he hopes for.

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