Reason may cure illusions, but not suffering.

I don't know where my road is going, but I know that I walk better when I hold your hand.

Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives

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

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

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.

How glorious it is - and also how painful - to be an exception.