In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.

One must not trifle with love

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

The only true language in the world is a kiss.

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.

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

Memory is what makes us young or old.