What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.

I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.

It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

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

There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.

Always be drunk ... Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.