Even In The Centuries Which Appear To

Here Comes The Time When, Vibrating On Its Stem, Every Flower Fumes Like A Censer; Noises And Perfumes Circle In The Evening Air.

These Beings Have No Other Status, But That Of Cultivating The Idea Of Beauty In Their Own Persons, Of Satisfying Their Passions, Of Feeling And Thinking.... Contrary To What Many Thoughtless People Seem To Believe, Dandyism Is Not Even An Excessive Delight In Clothes And Material Elegance. For The Perfect Dandy, These Things Are No More Than The Symbol Of The Aristocratic Superiority Of His Mind.

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

Unable To Suppress Love, The Church Wanted At Least To Disinfect It, And It Created Marriage.

I Am The Vampire At My Own Veins.