I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.

The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.

Blessed art Thou, Lord, who giveth suffering As a divine remedy for our impurities.

God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn't even need to exist.

You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?

The dandy should aspire to be uninterruptedly sublime. He should live and sleep in front of a mirror.