You will always be a hyena.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

I could never throw Love out of the window.

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.