I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
Genius is childhood recalled at will.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!
Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the other half is the eternal and the immutable.
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.