We are all born marked for evil.
Thought is a kind of opium; it can intoxicate us, while still broad awake; it can make transparent the mountains and everything that exists.
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
Nothing can be done except little by little.
There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.
I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.
Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
Even if it were proven that God didn’t exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.