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