Nature is a temple, where the living Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech; Man walks within these groves of symbols, each Of which regards him ….

One must work, if not from inclination, at least out of despair — since it proves, on close examination, that work is less boring than amusing onesel….

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty..

I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust..

Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself..

We love women in proportion to their degree of strangeness to us..

From Satan or from God, what matter? Angel or Siren, What matter, if you make - fairy with velvet eyes, Rhythm, perfume, light, o my only queen -….

Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of horrors, I cannot understand how an innocent hand can touch a newspaper witho….

Progress, this great heresy of decay..

Pure draughtsmen are philosophers and dialecticians. Colourists are epic poets..

Il faut travailler sinon par go u" t, au moins par de sespoir, puisque, tout bien ve rifie , travailler est moins ennuyeux que s'amuser. We should….

...an industry which can furnish results identical to nature must be the absolute in art..

Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!.

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 t….

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors..

Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness..

Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will..

L'imagination est la reine du vrai, et le possible est une des provinces du vrai. Imagination is the queen of the truth and the possible is one of th….

In philosophical inquiry, the human spirit, imitating the movement of the stars, must follow a curve which brings it back to its point of departure. ….

Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below fa….

The true voyagers are those who go for the sake of traveling . . . and without quite knowing why, they say, 'Let us depart!'..