For lovers, touch is metamorphosis. All the parts of their bodies seem to change, and they seem to become something different and better.
Art is the triumph over chaos.
Only the opium eater truly understands the pain of death.
I've been homesick for countries I've never been, and longed to be where I couldn't be.
I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.
You can't expect to communicate with anyone if you're a bore.