Reality is a creation of our excesses.

The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.

Word - that invisible dagger.

True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

A sensation must have fallen very low to deign to turn into an idea.