For me, Romanticism is the most recent and the most current expression of beauty.
God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn't even need to exist.
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.
Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!
We are all born marked for evil.
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.