The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.
It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return.
I invite all brats to throw their cookies at the baker's head if they're not sweet, winos to chuck their wine if it's bad, the dying to shuck their souls when they croak, and men to throw their existence in God's face when it's bitter
Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.
She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.
I had, as I told you, a great passion while still almost a child. When it was over, I divided myself in two, placing on one side the soul I kept for Art, and on the other, my body, which would have to fend for itself.