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

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.

Woman is natural, that is to say, abominable.

Wine transforms moles into eagles.

...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.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.