To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance.

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.

My heart's in my hand, and my hand is pierced, and my hand's in the bag, and the bag is shut, and my heart is caught.

It's a true image, born of a false spectacle.

Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.

...beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.