From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette

A corpse is what's left after waking too often.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.

Lessons are not given, they are taken.