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

What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.

And over your unconsecrated head you'll hear the howling wolves lament their fate and yours the livelong year.

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.

Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.

La, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté Luxe, calme et volupté There, there is nothing else but grace and measure, Richness, quietness, and pleasure.

The beautiful is always bizarre.