Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.
I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.
Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!
Being a useful man has always seemed to me to be something truly hideous.
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
The immense profundity of thought in vulgar locutions, like holes dug by generations of ants.
Eternal superiority of the Dandy. What is the Dandy?
It is the pleasure of astonishing others, and the proud satisfaction of never being astonished by them.
A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.
Wine transforms moles into eagles.
I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.
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 – The universe less hideous, each moment less strained?
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
On the vaporization and the centralization of the Self. All is there.
If photography is allowed to supplement art in some of its functions, it will soon have supplanted or corrupted it altogether, thanks to the stupidity of the multitude which is its natural ally.
I lived for a long time under vast porticos That maritime suns tinted with a thousand fires, And whose great pillars, straight and majestuous In the evening made seem like basaltic caves.
In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may be, before one’s eyes. It becomes its symbol.