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A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

A book is a garden, a party, a company by the way.

Above my cradle loomed the bookcase where/ Latin ashes and the dust of Greece/ mingled with novels, history, and verse/ in one dark Babel. I was folio-high/ when I first heard the voices.

A child sees everything in a sense of newness - he is always drunk. Genius is nothing but childhood re-attained at will.

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.

A friend of mine, the most innocuous dreamer who ever lived, once set a forest on fire to see, as he said, if it would catch as easily as people said. The first ten times the experiment was a failure; but on the eleventh it succeeded all too well.

Ah! Seigneur! donnez-moi la force et le courage De contempler mon coeur et mon corps sans de  go u" t. Lord! give me the strength and the courage To see my heart and my body without disgust.

Alas, human vices, however horrible one might imagine them to be, contain the proof (were it only in their infinite expansion) of man's longing for the infinite; but it is a longing that often takes the wrong route. It is my belief that the reason behind all culpable excesses lies in this depravation of the sense of the infinite.

Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.

All fashions are charming, or rather relatively charming, each one being a new striving, more or less well conceived, after beauty, an approximate statement of an ideal, the desire for which constantly teases the unsatisfied human mind.

All forms of beauty, like all possible phenomena, contain an element of the eternal and an element of the transitory - of the absolute and of the particular. Absolute and eternal beauty does not exist, or rather it is only an abstraction creamed from the general surface of different beauties. The particular element in each manifestation comes from the emotions: and just as we have our own particular emotions, so we have our own beauty.

All good and genuine draftsmen draw according to the picture inscribed in their minds, and not according to nature.

All the visible universe is nothing but a shop of images and signs.

Always be a poet, even in prose.

Always be drunk ... Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men.

A man who from the beginning has long been soaked in the languid atmosphere of a woman, the scent of her hands, her bosom, her knees, her hair, her lithe and flowing clothes, Sweet bath, suavely Scented with ointments, has acquired a delicacy of skin, a refinement of tone, a kind of androgyny without which the toughest and most virile of geniuses remains, when it comes to artistic perfection, an incomplete being.

Amer savoir, celui qu'on tire du voyage! Bitter is the knowledge gained in travelling.

An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.

An artist is only an artist on condition that he neglects no aspect of his dual nature. This dualism is the power of being oneself and someone else at one and the same time.

And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

And over your unconsecrated head you'll hear the howling wolves lament their fate and yours the livelong year.

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

...an industry which can furnish results identical to nature must be the absolute in art.

An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

Anybody, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself.

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of horrors, I cannot understand how an innocent hand can touch a newspaper without convulsing in disgust.

A precious liquid, a poison dearer than that of the Borgias - because it is made from our blood, our health, our sleep, and two-thirds of our love - we must be stingy with it.

Art is an infinitely precious good, a draught both refreshing and cheering which restores the stomach and the mind to the natural equilibrium of the ideal.

Artist should look at the reality and brutality of modern life in all its color, nature with all its imperfections - that should be the challenge to the modern painter not the didactic idealization of the past. The new generation should forge a new path.

As a remedy against all ills - poverty, sickness, and melancholy - only one thing is absolutely necessary: a liking for work

Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness. Free from the futile strivings and the cares which dim existence to a realm of mist, happy is he who wings an upward way on mighty pinions to the fields of light; whose thoughts like larks spontaneously rise into the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked, outreaches life and readily comprehends the language of flowers and of all mute things.

As for techniques and processes, as seen in the works themselves, neither public nor artists will find anything about them here. Those things are learned in the studio and the public is interested only in the results.

A silent mouth is sweet to hear.

As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning, . . . [then] they fall down the curtains.

A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.

A work of art should be like a well-planned crime.

Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.

Beware of all the paradoxical in love. It is simplicity which saves, it is simplicity which brings happiness...Love should be love.

Blessed art Thou, Lord, who giveth suffering As a divine remedy for our impurities.

Both ardent lovers and austere scholars, when once they come to the years of discretion, love cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household, who like them are sensitive to the cold, and sedentary.

But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality And without knowing why they always say: "Let's go!

By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization.

Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household.

Color... thinks by itself, independently of the object it clothes.

Comme l'imagination a cre  e   le monde, elle le gouverne. Because imagination created the world, it governs it.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.