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.

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

I could never throw Love out of the window.

You will always be a hyena.

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster