The fire you rubbed left its brand on the most vulnerable, most vicious and tender point of my body. Now I have to pay for your rasping the red rash too strongly, too soon, as charred wood has to pay for burning. When I remain without your caresses, I lose all control of my nerves, nothing exists any more than the ecstasy of friction, the abiding effect of your sting, of your delicious poison.

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.

The future is but the obsolete in reverse.

A thousand years ago five minutes were Equal to forty ounces of fine sand. Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and Infinite aftertime: above your head They close like giant wings, and you are dead.

In reading, one should notice and fondle details.

Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.