You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.

To Glorify The Cult Of Images (my Great, My Only, My Earliest Passion).

Discover Day To Day Excitement.

Our Religion Is Itself Profoundly Sad - A Religion Of Universal Anguish, And One Which, Because Of Its Very Catholicity, Grants Full Liberty To The Individual And Asks No Better Than To Be Celebrated In Each Man's Own Language - So Long As He Knows Anguish And Is A Painter.

A Dandy Does Nothing.

My Soul Travels On The Smell Of Perfume Like The Souls Of Other Men On Music.