At the word witch, we imagine the horrible old crones from Macbeth. But the cruel trials witches suffered teach us the opposite. Many perished precisely because they were young and beautiful.

Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.

How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.

Who am I? If this once I were to rely on a proverb, then perhaps everything would amount to knowing whom I 'haunt.'

Keep reminding yourself that literature is one of the saddest roads that leads to everything.

What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.

How I loathe the servitude people try to hold up to me as being so valuable. I pity the man who is condemned to it, who cannot generally escape it, but it is not the burden of his labor that disposes me in his favor, it is - it can only be - the vigor of his protest against it.