A breath of wind from the wings of madness. |
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else. |
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle |
Alas, human vices, however horrible one might imagine them to be, contain the proof (were it only in their infinite expansion) of man's longing for the infinite; but it is a longing that often takes the wrong route. It is my belief that the reason behind all culpable excesses lies in this depravation of the sense of the infinite. |
All fashions are charming, or rather relatively charming, each one being a new striving, more or less well conceived, after beauty, an approximate statement of an ideal, the desire for which constantly teases the unsatisfied human mind. |
All forms of beauty, like all possible phenomena, contain an element of the eternal and an element of the transitory / of the absolute and of the particular. Absolute and eternal beauty does not exist, or rather it is only an abstraction creamed from the general surface of different beauties. The particular element in each manifestation comes from the emotions: and just as we have our own particular emotions, so we have our own beauty. |
Always be a poet, even in prose. |
Always be a poet, even in prose. |
Any healthy man can go without food for two days, but not without poetry |
Any man who does not accept the conditions of human life sells his soul. |
Anybody, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself |
As a remedy against all ills; poverty, sickness, and melancholy only one thing is absolutely necessary; a liking for work. |
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning, . . . [then] they fall down the curtains. |
Death, old captain, it is time, let us raise anchor! |
Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by man, is immortal. For form is independent of matter: molecules do not constitute form. |