I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly drunk.

Every healthy man can do without food for two days — but without poetry, never!

It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily, And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, And build me stately palaces by candlelight.