A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.
Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.
Both ardent lovers and austere scholars, when once they come to the years of discretion, love cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household, who like them are sensitive to the cold, and sedentary.