For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.
I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.
There are plagues, and there are victims, and it's the duty of good men not to join forces with the plagues.
To write is to become disinterested. There is a certain renunciation in art.
Integrity needs no rules.
The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.