If you really believe music is dangerous, you should let it go in one ear and out the other.

You need to have a God, a lover, and an enemy, says the poet. Exactly: you need to have three enemies.

Morality measured in centimeters: all mothers believe that only their daughters dance decently.

The man who gets drunk in peacetime is a coward. The man who gets drunk in wartime goes on being a coward.

Try not to turn your life into a race, least of all an obstacle race.

Those who are scandalized by a naked body--thinks the Devil--are easy prey: they are already doomed.

All true tradition usually appears revolutionary.