Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood!

Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest

Great artists have no country.

Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives

In love matters; keep your pen from paper.

Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.

The only truth is love beyond reason.