He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why so? He was forever in the act of conceiving it!
Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.
The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.
You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.
Il faut e pater le bourgeois. One must astound the bourgeois.
As a remedy against all ills – poverty, sickness, and melancholy – only one thing is absolutely necessary: a liking for work
We revel in the laxness of the path we take.
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.
The more delicate and ambitious the soul, the further do dreams estrange it from possible things.
Here comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.
Everything for me becomes allegory
God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn’t even need to exist.