The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.

There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.

I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).