Morality is the weakness of the mind.

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

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation