Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness.
When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.
It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love
A multitude of small delights constitute happiness