I know that pain is the one nobility / upon which Hell itself cannot encroach - Charles Baudelaire

This is what a girl really is. A little fool, a little slut; the greatest idiocy united with the greatest depravity.

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, and coldly determined to seek the means of expressing passion in the most visible manner. In this dual character, be it said in passing, we find the two distinguishing marks of the most substantial geniuses, extreme geniuses.