One man illumines you with his other sets in you his sorrow.
Music pierces the sky.
Je ne suis pas le Styx pour t'embrasser neuf fois.
Il était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuveLa pleine lune s'étalait,Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuveSur Paris dormant ruisselait.
Folly, error, sin, avariceOccupy our minds and labor our bodies,And we feed our pleasant remorseAs beggars nourish their vermin.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
Woe betide the manwho goes to antiquity for the study of anything other than ideal art, logic and general method! Byimmersing, himself too deeply in it, he will no longer have the present in his mind’...
L'HorlogeHorloge! dieu sinistre, effrayant, impassible,Dont le doigt nous menace et nous dit: Souviens-toi!Les vibrantes Douleurs dans ton coeur plein d'effroiSe planteront bientôt comme dans une cibl...
It's time, Old Captain, lift anchor, sink!The land rots; we shall sail into the night;if now the sky and sea are black as inkour hearts, as you must know, are filled with light.Only when we drink pois...
Abolishers of the soul (materialists) are necessarily abolishers of hell, they, certainly, are interested. At all events, they are people who fear to live again--lazy people.
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.
What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
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.
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.
Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
Through the Unknown, we'll find the New
The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.
The act of love greatly resembles torture or surgery.