Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!
. . . be absolute moderne.
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.
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?