Alas! Man's Vices, Horrible As They Are

Who Would Dare Assign To Art The Sterile Function Of Imitating Nature?

The Insatiable Thirst For Everything That Lies Beyond, And That Life Reveals, Is The Most Living Proof Of Our Immortality.

If The Poet Has Pursued A Moral Objective, He Has Diminished His Poetic Force.

The Unique And Supreme Voluptuousness Of Love Lies In The Certainty Of Committing Evil. And Men And Women Know From Birth That In Evil Is Found All Sensual Delight.

Perfumes, Colours And Sounds Echo One Another.