But the problem is to make the soul into a monster

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

True life is elsewhere

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea