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.
Inspiration comes of working every day.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.
The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!
Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.
Nothing can be done except little by little.
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 deformities and all disproportion.
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.