The idea which man forms of beauty imprints itself throughout his attire, rumples or stiffens his garments, rounds off or aligns his gestures, and, finally, even subtly penetrates the features of his face.

Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.

It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.

It is the pleasure of astonishing others, and the proud satisfaction of never being astonished by them.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

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