My Salome is a mystic the sister of Salammbô a Saint Thérèse who worships the moon.
The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all.
To have become a deeper man is the privilege of those who have suffered.
The curves of your lips rewrite history.
The fatal errors of life are not due to man's being unreasonable: an unreasonable moment may be one's finest moment. They are due to man's being logical.
He made me see what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both.