The man who says his prayers in the evening is a captain posting his sentries. After that he can sleep.
I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
The Devil's hand directs our every movethe things we loathed become the things we love;day by day we drop through stinking shadesquite undeterred on our descent to Hell.
Mes bras sont rompus pour avoir étreint des nuées.
L'étude du beau est un duel où l'artiste crie de frayeur avant d'être vaincu.
L'orage rajeunit les fleurs
Nothing can be done except little by little.
Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by the desire of changing his bed. One would prefer to suffer near the fire and another is certain he would get well if he were by the window.
Samuel was, more than all the others, the man of failed works of beauty; – a fantastical and sickly creature, whose poetry shines forth much more in his person than in his works, and who, around one o...
I love to think of those naked epochs Whose statues Phoebus liked to tinge with gold. At that time men and women, lithe and strong, Tasted the thrill of love free from care and prudery, And with the a...
But how you'd please me, night! without those starsWhose light speaks in a language I have known!Since I seek for the black, the blank, the bare!
Ange plein de gaieté, connaissez-vous l'angoisse,La honte, les remords, les sanglots, les ennuis,Et les vagues terreurs de ces affreuses nuitsQui compriment le coeur comme un papier qu'on froisse?Ange...
Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father,Your mother, your sister, or your brother?I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.Your friends?Now you use a word whose...
I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossi...
شعور بالوحدة ، منذ مولدي. برغم الأسرة ، ووسط الزملاء، على وجه الخصوص ، - شعور المقدر له ان يكون وحيدا إلى الابد.مع ذلك، نزوع شديد الحيوية للحياة والمتعة
الحذر يجعل الحب من أول نظرة مستحيلا
Saniye, tam üç bin altı yüz kez saatte,Fısıldar:: Anımsa! - Çabuk çabuk, sesiyleBir böceğin, Şimdi der: Ben Geçmiş'im bile,İğrenç hortumumla emdim ömrünü hatta!
Ne cherchez plus mon cœur; des monstres l’ont mangé.