The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.

I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry will be born of our intimate union. A god we shall create together, and we shall soar heavenward like sunbeams, perfumes, butterflies, birds, and all winged things.

There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

We love women in proportion to their degree of strangeness to us.

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.