I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.
It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.