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

“With heart at rest I climbed the citadel'sSteep height, and saw the city as from a tower,Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells,Where evil comes up softly like a flower.Thou knowest, O Satan, patron of my pain,Not for vain tears I went up at that hour;But like an old sad faithful lecher, fainTo drink delight of that enormous trullWhose hellish beauty makes me young again.Whether thou sleep, with heavy vapors full,Sodden with day, or, new appareled, standIn gold-laced veils of evening beautiful,I love thee, infamous city! Harlots andHunted have pleasures of their own to give,The vulgar herd can never understand.”

“Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!”

“As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.”

“The Beautiful is always strange.”

“The beautiful is always bizarre.”

“Laments of an IcarusThe paramours of courtesansAre well and satisfied, content.But as for me my limbs are rent Because I clasped the clouds as mine.I owe it to the peerless starsWhich flame in the remotest skyThat I see only with spent eyesRemembered suns I knew before.In vain I had at heart to findThe center and the end of space.Beneath some burning, unknown gazeI feel my very wings unpinnedAnd, burned because I beauty loved,I shall not know the highest bliss,And give my name to the abyssWhich waits to claim me as its own.”