I never meant to be but a dreamer.

In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality from degenerating into nothing or else into a personality like all the rest.

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

Isn't joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice

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

The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.