The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;We find delight in the most loathsome things;Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.
Flesh is willing, but the Soul requiresSisyphean patience for its song,Time, Hippocrates remarked, is shortand Art is long.
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
Isn't it true that a pleasant house makes winter more poetic, and doesn't winter add to the poetry of a house?
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work str...
In certain almost supernatural states of mind, the profundity of life is revealed in its entirety in the spectacle, common as it may be, that we have before our eyes. It becomes the symbol of it.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
Madre de los juegos latinos y los deleites griegos, Lesbos, donde los besos, lánguidos o gozosos,cálidos como soles, frescos como las sandías,son el adorno de noches y días gloriosos;madre de los jueg...
The mainspring of genius is curiosity.
Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.
Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing,...
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.
As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why so...
Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.
The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of exp...
There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.