To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.

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

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

The will to work must dominate, for art is long and time is brief.

That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity – that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are a essential part and characteristic of beauty.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.