Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate good is always the product of an art.
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the other half is the eternal and the immutable.
It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.
For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
Always be a poet, even in prose.
What is art? Prostitution.
Music fathoms the sky.
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally goodness is always the product of some art.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.