Sickness sensitizes man for observation, like a photographic plate.
Debauchery is perhaps an act of despair in the face of infinity.
There have been many definitions of beauty in art. What is it? Beauty is what the untrained eyes consider abominable.
Surely nothing has to listen to so many stupid remarks as a painting in a museum.
Genius is the talent of a person who is dead.
The facts: nothing matters but the facts: worship of the facts leads to everything, to happiness first of all and then to wealth.