All I’ve ever done is dream. That, and only that, has been the meaning of my existence. The only thing I’ve ever really cared about is my inner life. My greatest griefs faded to nothing the moment I opened the window onto my inner self and lost myself in watching. I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing. Be whole in everything.

The beauty of a naked body is felt only by the dressed races.

Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?

Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.

There's something vile (and all the more vile because ridiculous) in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.

Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.