Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
Morality is the weakness of the brain.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
I is another.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
I`m intact, and I don`t give a damn.
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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.
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.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Misfortune was my god.
There is a woman who spent her life loving that evil creature: she died. I`m sure she`s a saint in heaven right now. You are going to kill me the way he killed that woman.That is what`s in store for all of us who have unselfish hearts.