Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.

Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.

In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.

Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice, her petals remained closed to him...Flower and bird, two species never meant to mate. Yet at length the rose overcame her fear and from that single, forbidden union was born the red rose that Allah never intended the world to know.

My mind has touched the farthest horizons of mortal imagination and reaches ever outward to embrace infinity. There is no knowledge beyond my comprehension, no art or skill upon this entire planet that lies beyond the mastery of my hand. And yet, like Faust, I look in vain, I learn in vain... For as long as I live, no woman will ever look on me in love.

Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.

I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.