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...
For every letter of creditors, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you'll be saved.
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...
Cum alţii prin iubire-ar vrea,să stăpânească viaţa ta,eu vreau s-o stăpânesc prin groază.
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.
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist.
Music fathoms the sky.
Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the other half is the eternal and the immutable.
What is art? Prostitution.
— Who dares, in front of Love, to mention Hell?Curbed forever be that useless dreamer Who first imagined, in his brutish mind, Of sheer futility the fatuous schemer, Honour with Love could ever be com...
You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that is smoking ; you are exhaling in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you...
The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).
The child, in love with prints and maps,Holds the whole world in his vast appetite.How large the earth is under the lamplight!But in the eyes of memory, how the world is cramped!
Passion sits on the skull Of Humanity, And this infidel enthroned Laughs shamelessly, And gaily blows round bubbles That will fly, As if to join with worlds Deep in the sky. Rising on high, the frail...
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,Luxe, calme et volupté.(L'Invitation au Voyage)
La Terre est un gâteau plein de douceur.
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...
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
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.