We Are All Born Marked For Evil.

My Soul Travels On The Smell Of Perfume Like The Souls Of Other Men On Music.

Every Healthy Man Can Do Without Food For Two Days — But Without Poetry, Never!

Imagination Is The Queen Of Truth, And Possibility Is One Of The Regions Of Truth. She Is Positively Akin To Infinity.

I Lived For A Long Time Under Vast Porticos That Maritime Suns Tinted With A Thousand Fires, And Whose Great Pillars, Straight And Majestuous In The Evening Made Seem Like Basaltic Caves.

What Do I Care If You Are Good? Be Beautiful! And Be Sad!