Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
There can be no progress-real, moral prgress-except in the individual and by the individual himself.
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!