Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?
Bisogna sempre essere ubriachi. Tutto qui: è l'unico problema. Per non sentire l'orribile fardello del Tempo che vi spezza la schiena e vi tiene a terra, dovete ubriacarvi senza tregua. Ma di che cosa...
What is art? Prostitution.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossi...
A friend of mine, the most innocuous dreamer who ever lived, once set a forest on fire to see, as he said, if it would catch as easily as people said. The first ten times the experiment was a failure;...
Free man, you will always cherish the sea! The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul In the infinite unrolling of its billows; Your mind is an abyss that is no less bitter.
Saniye, tam üç bin altı yüz kez saatte,Fısıldar:: Anımsa! - Çabuk çabuk, sesiyleBir böceğin, Şimdi der: Ben Geçmiş'im bile,İğrenç hortumumla emdim ömrünü hatta!
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health besid...
الحذر يجعل الحب من أول نظرة مستحيلا
شعور بالوحدة ، منذ مولدي. برغم الأسرة ، ووسط الزملاء، على وجه الخصوص ، - شعور المقدر له ان يكون وحيدا إلى الابد.مع ذلك، نزوع شديد الحيوية للحياة والمتعة
I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by the desire of changing his bed. One would prefer to suffer near the fire and another is certain he would get well if he were by the window.
Nothing can be done except little by little.
As a remedy against all ills - poverty sickness and melanchol - only one thing is absolutely necessary: a liking for work.
Acı Şeytan, acı şu tükenmeyen yoksulluğuma!Sensin ezilenlerin, sensin cüzzamlıların bileİçlerine dolduran Cennet tatlarını sevgiyle
Ange plein de gaieté, connaissez-vous l'angoisse,La honte, les remords, les sanglots, les ennuis,Et les vagues terreurs de ces affreuses nuitsQui compriment le coeur comme un papier qu'on froisse?Ange...
Ant swarming CityCity full of dreams
Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphereto a higher plane, and purify yourselfby drinking as if it were ambrosiathe fire that fills and fuels Emptiness.Free from the futile strivings and the careswhich dim...
But how you'd please me, night! without those starsWhose light speaks in a language I have known!Since I seek for the black, the blank, the bare!
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