I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

I is another.

Morality is the weakness of the brain.

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

Misfortune was my god.

I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!