Love...no such thing. Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

I invented the colors of the vowels!--A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green--I made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms, I flattered myself that I had created a poetic language accessible, some day, to all the senses.

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

Unhappiness was my god.

. . . be absolute moderne.