For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.
I love to think of those naked epochs Whose statues Phoebus liked to tinge with gold. At that time men and women, lithe and strong, Tasted the thrill of love free from care and prudery, And with the amorous sun caressing their loins They gloried in the health of their noble bodies.
The priest is immense because he makes others believe in a heap of weird things. The Church wanting to do everything and be everything: it is a law of human spirit. Peoples adore authority. Priests are the servants and followers of imagination. The throne and the altar: revolutionary maxim.
Anybody, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself.
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
Progress, this great heresy of decay.