My mistakes are my life.
Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.
I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.
Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.
Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.
There's something dripping in my head. A heart, a heart in my head.