I was a poet animated by philosophy, not a philosopher with poetic faculties.
Life is good, but Wine is better.
Iām losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.
It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended.
I'm going to end a life that I thought could contain every kind of greatness but that in fact consisted only of my incapacity to really want to be great. Whenever I arrived at a certainty, I remembered that those with the greatest certainties are lunatics.
The Gods sell when they give. Glory is paid for with disgrace. Poor are the happy, for they are Just what passes.