The beautiful is always bizarre.

Beauty, you walk on corpses, mocking them;

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.

To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

In certain almost supernatural states of mind, the profundity of life is revealed in its entirety in the spectacle, common as it may be, that we have before our eyes. It becomes the symbol of it.

This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.

Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.

Hay que ser sublime sin interrupción