An artist is only an artist thanks to his exquisite sense of beauty a sense which provides him with intoxicating delights, but at the same time implying and including a sense, equally exquisite, of all deformity and disproportion.
Progress, that great heresy of degenerates.
What is intoxicating about bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of offensiveness.
These tall and handsome ships, swaying imperceptibly on tranquil waters, these sturdy ships, with their inactive, nostalgic appearance, dont they say to us in a speechless tongue: When do we cast off for happiness?
To love intelligent women is the pleasure of a pederast.
The act of love strongly resembles torture or surgery.
God is the only being who need not even exist in order to reign. Whatever is created by the spirit is more alive than matter.
To do one's duty every day and trust in God for tomorrow.
It is by universal misunderstanding that we agree with each other. If, by some misfortune, we understood each other, we would never agree.
Women do not know how to separate the soul from the body.
I have always been astonished that women are allowed to enter churches. What talk can they have with God?
Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage.
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. As it turns out, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
To be a serviceable man has always seemed to me something quite repulsive.
A woman is natural: that is to say, abominable.