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.

When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.

I would rather die of passion than of boredom.

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

If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.

Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.

I am spending delightful afternoons in my garden, watching everything living around me. As I grow older, I feel everything departing, and I love everything with more passion.