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.

Cosmetics is the science of a woman's cosmos.

Barbershop conversations are irrefutable proof that heads exist for the sake of hair.

A comprehensive education is a well-stocked pharmacy: but we have no assurance that potassium cyanide will not be administered fora head cold.

Heinrich Heine so loosened the corsets of the German language that today every little salesman can fondle her breasts.

Let my style capture all the sounds of my time. This should make it an annoyance to my contemporaries. But later generations should hold it to their ears like a seashell in which there is the music of an ocean of mud.

The agitator seizes the word. The artist is seized by it.