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...
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally goodness is always the product of some art.
For every letter of creditors, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you'll be saved.
The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the other half is the eternal and the immutable.
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?
It always seems to me that I should feel well in the place where I am not.
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desireyour eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.
The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
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?
Nature is a temple in which living pillars Sometimes give voice to confused words;
N'es-tu pas l'oasis où je rêve, et la gourdeOù je hume à long traits le vin du souvenir ?
Mais qu'importe l'éternité de la damnation à qui a trouvé dans une seconde l'infini de la jouissance!
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. -
He is at once a great lazybones, pitifully ambitious, and famous for unhappiness; for his entire life he has had practically nothing but half-baked ideas. The sun of laziness, which ceaselessly glows...
El alma es cosa tan impalpable, tan inútil a menudo, y en ocasiones tan molesta, que, al perderla, no sentí más que una emoción algo menor que si se me hubiera extraviado, yendo de paseo, una tarjeta...
Viens, mon beau chat, sur mon coeur amoureux; Retiens les griffes de ta patte, Et laisse-moi plonger dans tes beaux yeux, Mêlés de métal et d'agate. Lorsque mes doigts caressent à loisir Ta tête et to...
As a remedy against all ills - poverty sickness and melanchol - only one thing is absolutely necessary: a liking for work.
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.