It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things.
Every single work of art is the fulfillment of a prophecy; for every work of art is the conversion of an idea into an image.
The only form of lying that is absolutely beyond reproach is lying for its own sake.
The only horrible thing in the world is ennui.
All thought is immoral. Its very essence is destruction. If you think of anything, you kill it. Nothing survives being thought of.
Who, being loved, is poor?