Everything That Gives Pleasure Has Its Reason.

Il Faut E Pater Le Bourgeois. One Must Astound The Bourgeois.

Nature Is A Temple, Where The Living Columns Sometimes Breathe Confusing Speech; Man Walks Within These Groves Of Symbols, Each Of Which Regards Him As A Kindred Thing.

To Handle A Language Skillfully Is To Practice A Kind Of Evocative Sorcery.

Strangeness Is An Ingredient Necessary In Beauty.

I Have Cultivated My Hysteria With Delight And Terror. Now I Suffer Continually From Vertigo, And Today, 23rd Of January, 1862, I Have Received A Singular Warning, I Have Felt The Wind Of The Wing Of Madness Pass Over Me.