A book is a garden, a party, a company by the way.

In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.

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.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

Beware of all the paradoxical in love. It is simplicity which saves, it is simplicity which brings happiness...Love should be love.

For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.