We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own conceptโour own selvesโthat we love.
Life is good, but Wine is better.
Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!
Every gesture is a revolutionary act.
I was a poet animated by philosophy, not a philosopher with poetic faculties.
Whether or not they exist we are slaves to our gods.