What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!

There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.

If rape or arson, poison or the knife Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff Of this drab canvas we accept as life - It is because we are not bold enough!

Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.

Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.

The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.

the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love