Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.

If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.

We are in a period of such individualism that one no longer speaks of disciples; one speaks of thieves.

Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.

Beauty makes one lose one's head. Poetry is born of this decapitation

The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.

The ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.