It is easy to promise, and alas! How easy to forget!

Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!" This has been the cry of all cities to man.

The fumes of wine fermented in my head; it was one of those moments of intoxication when all that ones sees and hears, speaks to one of the adored.... One would willingly embrace all who smile, and one feels that he is brother of all who live.

Reason may cure illusions, but not suffering.

Disgrace is the synonym of discovery.

I could not clearly distinguish what was passing in my head; it seemed to me that I was under the influence of a horrible dream and that I had but to awake to find myself cured; at times it seemed that my entire life had been a dream, ridiculous and childish, the falseness of which had just been disclosed.

life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream