Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
You will always be a hyena.
True life is elsewhere
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.