What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

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.

The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man... not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.

There are mornings when all men experience with fatigue a flush of tenderness that makes them horny.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?