There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

Always be a poet, even in prose.

...an industry which can furnish results identical to nature must be the absolute in art.

Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.

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

Good sense tells us that earthly things are rare and fleeting, and that true reality exists only in dreams. To draw sustenance from happiness- natural or artificial - you must first have the courage to swallow it; and those who perhaps most merit happiness are precisely those on whom felicity, as mortals conceive it, always acts as a vomitive.