Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity – that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are a essential part and characteristic of beauty.
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
Poetry has no goal other than itself; it can have no other, and no poem will be so great, so noble, so truly worthy of the name of poem, than one written uniquely for the pleasure of writing a poem.
Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.
Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.
No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.
The world progresses only through misunderstanding.
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.
Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical means to express itself, and with the analytical mind that enables it to bring order into the sum of experience, involuntarily amassed.
Photographers, you will never become artists. All you are is mere copiers.
Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
For me, Romanticism is the most recent and the most current expression of beauty.
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.
I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds!
All the visible universe is nothing but a shop of images and signs.
My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.
Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household.
To be a great man and a saint to oneself, that's the only important thing.
I felt passing over me the wind of the wing of madness.
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