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.
It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.