Art dulls the terror of the void better than anything else.
Que j'aime voir, chère indolente,De ton corps si beau,Comme une étoffe vacillante,Miroiter la peau!Sur ta chevelure profondeAux acres parfums,Mer odorante et vagabondeAux flots bleus et bruns,Comme un...
A multitude of small delights constitute happiness.
He who doesn't accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
Scent, sound or sight, beneficent, malign – Who cares if you’re a blessing or a curse, So long as you bring light,
Nature is a temple in which living pillars Sometimes give voice to confused words;
Nature can counsel nothing but crime.
Mais qu'importe l'éternité de la damnation à qui a trouvé dans une seconde l'infini de la jouissance!
Hypocrite lecteur, – mon semblable, – mon frère !
Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it.
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.
An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all...
The Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love
What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?
The crowd is his element, as the air is that of birds and water of fishes. His passion and his profession are to become one flesh with the crowd. For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator,...
N'es-tu pas l'oasis où je rêve, et la gourdeOù je hume à long traits le vin du souvenir ?
Late night, and like a medal in the skyThe harvest moon was beaming down,And, like a river, the solemnityOf night arranged on the sleeping town. -
I worship you like night's pavilion,O vase of sadness, o great silent one,And love you more since you escape from me,And since you seem, my night's sublimity,To mock me and increase the leagues that l...