But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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 believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
I is another.
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’m intact, and I don’t give a damn.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
Misfortune was my god.
Morality is the weakness of the brain.
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!