I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.
The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.
I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.
There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong.
Of poets I put Virgil first - he was greatest.
I was born to be alone, and I always shall be but now I want to be.