Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!

If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.

Let us eat, drink and satisfy our coarse appetites, but let us keep our souls sacred and apart.

I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.

The vague torment of ... ambition.