With an artist no sane man quarrels, any more than with the colour of a child's eyes.
I like to walk about amidst the beautiful things that adorn the world.
All beauties are to be honored, but only one embraced.
We should have to abandon our vested illusions, our irrational religions and patriotisms.
Reason in my philosophy is only a harmony among irrational impulses.
The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.