What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.

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.

A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.

Nature is a temple, where the living Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech; Man walks within these groves of symbols, each Of which regards him as a kindred thing.

Always be drunk ... Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.

In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may be, before one's eyes. It becomes its symbol.

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.