That man has missed something who has never left a brothel at sunrise feeling like throwing himself into the river out of pure disgust.

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return.

But the most wretched thing, is it not-is to drag out, as I do, a useless existence. If our pains were only of some use to someone, we should find consolation in the thought of the sacrifice.

There are neither good nor bad subjects. From the point of view of pure Art, you could almost establish it as an axiom that the subject is irrelevant, style itself being an absolute manner of seeing things.

He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides

The true poet for me is a priest. As soon as he dons the cassock, he must leave his family.

Art is nothing without form.