I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.

My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.

Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.

Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.