Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
Tears are the symbol of the inability of the soul to restrain its emotion and retain its self command.
The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.
Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.