It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.
Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head.
The dead drug leaves a ghost behind. At certain hours it haunts the house.
One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.