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

Will you come down and kiss me good night?

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted.

atrophy of feeling creates criminals.

Your eyes make me shy