Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the universe as they are being discovered.

I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me

Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat.

His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate. I hate murderously.