An artist chooses his subjects: that is the way he praises.

Sensuality often hastens the "Growth of Love" so much that the roots remain weak and are easily torn up.

I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible.

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity- and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.

There is a universal need to exercise some kind of power, or to create for one's self the appearance of some power, if only temporarily, in the form of intoxication.

Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter.

Love is more afraid of change than destruction.