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