It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.

This industry [photography], by invading the territories of art, has become art's most mortal enemy.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?

I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.

A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.

Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.