The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before he is defeated.

Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.

To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.

Alas, human vices, however horrible one might imagine them to be, contain the proof (were it only in their infinite expansion) of man's longing for the infinite; but it is a longing that often takes the wrong route. It is my belief that the reason behind all culpable excesses lies in this depravation of the sense of the infinite.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.