. . . be absolute moderne.

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.

Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal--just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.

Morality is the weakness of the mind.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.