All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.

The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us.

The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.

Lack of manners is the sign of a hero.

Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.

Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.

The only way to kill death is through photography.