Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.
When the body is sad, the heart languishes.
To those who despair of everything reason cannot provide a faith, but only passion, and in this case it must be the same passion that lay at the root of the despair, namely humiliation and hatred.
Every authentic work of art is a gift offered to the future.
I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.
There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.