My request that my writing be read twice has aroused great indignation. Unjustly so. After all, I do not ask that they be read once.

It is the style of idealism to console itself for the loss of something old with the ability to gape at something new.

Virginity is the ideal of those who want to deflower.

Sentimental irony is a dog that bays at the moon while pissing on graves.

I saw a poet chase a butterfly in a meadow. He put his net on a bench where a boy sat reading a book. It's a misfortune that it is usually the other way round.

In the theater one must sit in such a way that one sees the audience as a dark mass. Then it cannot bother one more than it does an actor. Nothing is more disturbing than being able to distinguish individuals in the crowd.

What are all the orgies of Bacchus when compared to the intoxication of someone who completely surrenders to continence!