Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
Everything for me becomes allegory
The world progresses only through misunderstanding.
There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances, one to God, the other to Satan. Invocation of God, or Spirituality, is a desire to climb higher; that of Satan, or animality, is delight in descent.
My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.
I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry will be born of our intimate union. A god we shall create together, and we shall soar heavenward like sunbeams, perfumes, butterflies, birds, and all winged things.
I felt passing over me the wind of the wing of madness.
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.
Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.
The People adore authority.
Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.
It is easy to understand why the rabble dislike cats. A cat is beautiful; it suggests ideas of luxury, cleanliness, voluptuous pleasures.
Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject, nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.
We are all born marked for evil.
The taste for pleasure attaches us to the present. The concern with our salvation leaves us hanging on the future.
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.
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.
There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
Discover day to day excitement.
Imagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.
The more a man cultivates the arts the less he fornicates. A more and more apparent cleavage occurs between the spirit and the brute.
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