You will always be a hyena.
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
Je est un autre. (I is someone else).
I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.