The difficulty in life is the choice.
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.
A great artist is always before his time or behind it.
If there were no husbands, who would look after our mistresses?
Art must be parochial in the beginning to be cosmopolitan in the end.
Nothing is more depressing than the conviction that one is not a hero.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
The Triumph Of The Flesh
I have passed from the regions of dreams and of vision
And the flesh is the flesh and the rose is the rose;
And we see but the absolute joy of the present
In the Sunlight of beauty.
I am filled with carnivorous lust: like a tiger
I crouch and I feed on my beautiful prey:
There is nought in the monstrous world of Astarte
So fair as thy body.
Let me lie, let me die on thy snow-coloured bosom,
I would eat of thy flesh as of delicate fruit,
I am drunk of its smell, and the scent of thy tresses
Is as flame that devours.
Thou art demon and God, thou art hell, thou art Heaven,
Thou art love that is lust, thou art lust that is love,
And I see but the heavenly grace of thy body,
A picture--a poem.