Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?

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

The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.

Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness.

The artist is today and has been for many years, despite his absence of merit, simply a spoiled child. So many honors, so much money bestowed on men without souls and without education.

A book is a garden, a party, a company by the way.