Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?
Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.
Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.
I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.
It's the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go.
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.