Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!
What am I doing here?
What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
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.
No one's serious at seventeen.