True life is elsewhere

Then you'll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazy spider, Will run round your neck... And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head - And we'll take a long time to find that creature - Which travels a lot.

True life is elsewhere

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

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.