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.
Category Archive: 1821
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.
Order is power.
All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.
To shun one’s cross is to make it heavier.
The only substance properly so called is the soul.