The fancies that take their monstrous birth from the spinelessness and boredom of usurped wealth bring in their wake every defect... and though rich men’s crimes escape the law, protected as they are by the cowardice of governments and people, Nature, more real than society, sets her anarchic example by abandoning the wretched time servers of Capital to the shame and madness of the worst aberrations.

The larvae! The scent of young blood entices and draws them closer. There’s no need to venture into antiquity to evoke the shades of the dead.

The charm of horror only tempts the strong.

In France, it is only permissible to admire statues but tropical countries have no such prejudices, and the emergent Oriental in me took full account of the admirable proportions and the harmony of the movements of the acrobat on the stage.

I laid my head among the black lilies. And the poisonous lilies, flowers of shadow and darkness, opening their funereal blossoms at my brow, taught me unspeakable and virgin dishonor. And sunk, living into the horror of my being, I have savored the strange and delicate happiness of being able to hate myself, because I have been able to know myself.

The larvae! The scent of young blood entices and draws them closer. There's no need to venture into antiquity to evoke the shades of the dead.

I am an idea in an era that has no more of them.

Perhaps one suffers in the tomb. There are corpses that have strange grimaces on their faces when they’re disinterred, as if they remember down there all the filth of this life.

Ingratitude' is the name which avatars of Narcissus give to the success of others.

The madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that I know for sure - but I have never encountered them, and I am searching still for the profound and plaintive gazes in whose depths I might be able, like Hamlet redeemed, to drown the Ophelia of my desire.