I'm homosexual. How and why are idle questions. It's a little like wanting to know why my eyes are green.

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

...beauty is the projection of ugliness and by developing certain monstrosities we obtain the purest ornaments.

Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.

Solitude, as I understand it, does not signify an unhappy state, but rather secret royalty, profound incommunicability yet a more or less obscure knowledge of an invulnerable singularity.

Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.

We know that their adventures are childish. They themselves are fools. They are ready to kill or be killed over a card-game in which an opponent - or they themselves - was cheating. Yet, thanks to such fellows, tragedies are possible.