I don't love women. Love has to be reinvented, we know that. The only thing women can ultimately imagine is security. Once they get that, love, beauty, everything else goes out the window. All they have left is cold disdain; that's what marriages live on nowadays. Sometimes I see women who ought to be happy, with whom I could have found companionship, already swallowed up by brutes with as much feeling as an old log.

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

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.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.