The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.
Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
One can only forget about time by making use of it.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.
Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men
There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.
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.
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.
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
“I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.”