That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity.

The shallow, as intimated, consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise see in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws.

I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.

Whoever degrades another degrades me.

O the joy of my spirit - it is uncaged - it darts like lightning!

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?