Night, which in Autumn seems to fall from the sky so suddenly, chilled us...
(it was) beautiful, like so many senseless things.
Dandies, who – as you know - scorn all emotions as being beneath them, and do not believe, like that simpleton Goethe, that astonishment can ever be a proper feeling for the human mind.
I did not want to be taken for a fool – the typical French reason for performing the worst of deeds without remorse.
Hatred needs scorn. Scorn is hatred's nectar!
For with dandies, a joke is the only way of making yourself respected.
