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

In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.

Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.

You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?

Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.

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