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
I have cultivated my hysteria with joy and terror.
Time is an avid gambler who has no need to cheat to win every time.
He who doesn't accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
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...
Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.
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.
Prisoned in glass beneath my seals of red.
Minutes, foolish mortal, are the base mineralthat you must not let go of without extracting their gold!
Mes bras sont rompus pour avoir étreint des nuées.
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...
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:...
If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist.
— ¡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...
Ne cherchez plus mon cœur; des monstres l’ont mangé.
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks,Her breath is music faint and low.
Do not look for my heart any more; the beasts have eaten it.
Nothing can be done except little by little.