The Devil's hand directs our every movethe things we loathed become the things we love;day by day we drop through stinking shadesquite undeterred on our descent to Hell.
With heart at rest I climbed the citadel'sSteep height, and saw the city as from a tower,Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells,Where evil comes up softly like a flower.Thou knowest, O Satan, patro...
Samuel was, more than all the others, the man of failed works of beauty; – a fantastical and sickly creature, whose poetry shines forth much more in his person than in his works, and who, around one o...
Nature is a temple, where the livingColumns sometimes breathe confusing speech;
I love to think of those naked epochs Whose statues Phoebus liked to tinge with gold. At that time men and women, lithe and strong, Tasted the thrill of love free from care and prudery, And with the a...
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
God is a scandal, - a profitable scandal.
Dans ce trou noir ou lumineux vit la vie, rêve la vie, souffre la vie.
But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?
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...
Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father,Your mother, your sister, or your brother?I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.Your friends?Now you use a word whose...
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...
You must be drunk always. That is everything: the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time that crushes your shoulders and bends you earthward, you must be drunk without respite. But dru...
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...
Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!
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!
Acı Şeytan, acı şu tükenmeyen yoksulluğuma!Sensin ezilenlerin, sensin cüzzamlıların bileİçlerine dolduran Cennet tatlarını sevgiyle
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
الحذر يجعل الحب من أول نظرة مستحيلا
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!