The habit of doing one's duty drives away fear.
The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked up in himse...
Imagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.
The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.
Nothing is as tedious as the limping days,When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways,And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom,Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom
Good sense tells us that earthly things are rare and fleeting, and that true reality exists only in dreams. To draw sustenance from happiness- natural or artificial - you must first have the courage t...
Once someone asked, when I was present, what constituted the greatest pleasure in love. Someone replied, naturally: in receiving. Another: in giving. Someone said: the pleasure of pride! someone else:...
What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally goodness is always the product of some art.
— ¡Ella llora, insensata, porque ella ha vivido! ¡Y porque vive! Pero, lo que ella deplora Sobre todo, lo que la hace temblar hasta las rodillas, Es que mañana, ¡ah! ¡tendrá que vivir todavía! ¡Mañana...
The saddest thing is that every love has an unhappy ending, and all the more unhappy in proportion to how divinely it began, with what wings it first took flight.
I have felt the wind on the wing of madness.
Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.
The Beautiful is always strange.
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.
Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
De satan ou de dieu, qu'importe! ange ou sirène,qu'importe, si tu rends -- fée aux yeux de velours,rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine! --l'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds?
The act of love greatly resembles torture or surgery.
Je ne suis pas le Styx pour t'embrasser neuf fois.
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks,Her breath is music faint and low.