Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.

Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.

Doubt, or the absence of faith and naivete, is a vice peculiar to this age, for no one is obedient nowadays; and naivete, which means the dominance of temperament in the manner, is a gift from God, possessed by very few.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.

So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.