You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.

There Are As Many Kinds Of Beauty As There Are Habitual Ways Of Seeking Happiness.

Beauty Is The Sole Ambition, The Exclusive Goal Of Taste.

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.

Where One Should See Only What Is Beautiful, Our Public Looks Only For What Is True.

What Is Art? Prostitution.