Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

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.

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.