When one has extensively pondered about men, as a career or as a vocation, one sometimes feels nostalgic for primates. At least they do not have ulterior motives.

I was tormented by my desire for a woman ... I thought so much about a woman, about women, about all the ones I had known, about all the circumstances in which I had enjoyed them, that my cell would be filled with their faces and crowded with my desires.

There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible.

I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.

You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

I want to know if I can live with what I know, and only than.

Happiness too is inevitable.