A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.

A Dandy does nothing.

Music fathoms the sky.

What is art? Prostitution.

The People adore authority.

Discover day to day excitement.

We are all born marked for evil.

Always be a poet, even in prose.

A silent mouth is sweet to hear.

The beautiful is always bizarre.

I am the vampire at my own veins.

Wine transforms moles into eagles.

Everything for me becomes allegory

Everything for me becomes allegory.

Life swarms with innocent monsters.

Evil comes up softly like a flower.

Genius is childhood recalled at will.

Progress, this great heresy of decay.

But a dandy can never be a vulgar man

Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!

But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

Through the Unknown, we'll find the New

Inspiration comes of working every day.

Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.

You walk on corpses, beauty, undismayed.

An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

We revel in the laxness of the path we take.

Nothing can be done except little by little.

Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.

Woman is natural, that is to say, abominable.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.

The habit of doing one's duty drives away fear.

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.

Strangeness is an ingredient necessary in beauty.

I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?

A book is a garden, a party, a company by the way.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

A work of art should be like a well-planned crime.

It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.

What is love? The need of coming out of one's self.

Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.

The world progresses only through misunderstanding.

One can only forget about time by making use of it.

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