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Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage.
Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.
Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds!
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans. IhavemorememoriesthanifIwereonethousandyearsold.
The more delicate and ambitious the soul, the further do dreams estrange it from possible things.
Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.
There can be no progress-real, moral prgress-except in the individual and by the individual himself.
This industry [photography], by invading the territories of art, has become art's most mortal enemy.
What is it that brings on these moods of yours? Nothing mysterious: the ordinary pain of being alive.
Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.
The dandy should aspire to be uninterruptedly sublime. He should live and sleep in front of a mirror.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.
And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!
It is the pleasure of astonishing others, and the proud satisfaction of never being astonished by them.
It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.
Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject, nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.
Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?
As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.
Comme l'imagination a cre e le monde, elle le gouverne. Because imagination created the world, it governs it.
And over your unconsecrated head you'll hear the howling wolves lament their fate and yours the livelong year.
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les be" tes l'ont mange . Don't search any further for my heart; wild beasts ate it.
Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?
For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.
Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.
We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.
Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.
The taste for pleasure attaches us to the present. The concern with our salvation leaves us hanging on the future.
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
All good and genuine draftsmen draw according to the picture inscribed in their minds, and not according to nature.
So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.
In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
Imagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.
Etre un homme utile m'a paru toujours quelque chose de bien hideux. To be useful has always seemed to me quite hideous.
A child sees everything in a sense of newness - he is always drunk. Genius is nothing but childhood re-attained at will.