I Do Not Like To

I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not Feel That I Am Their Fellow At All

Life Is So Horrible That One Can Only Bear It By Avoiding It. And That Can Be Done By Living In The World Of Art.

Thought Is The Greatest Of Pleasures —pleasure Itself Is Only Imagination—have You Ever Enjoyed Anything More Than Your Dreams?

The True Poet For Me Is A Priest. As Soon As He Dons The Cassock, He Must Leave His Family.

The One Way Of Tolerating Existence Is To Lose Oneself In Literature As In A Perpetual Orgy.