Music pierces the sky.
How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.
Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls,
Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.
Acı Şeytan, acı şu tükenmeyen yoksulluğuma!Sensin ezilenlerin, sensin cüzzamlıların bileİçlerine dolduran Cennet tatlarını sevgiyle
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;...
How many years of fatigue and punishment it takes to learn the simple truth that work that disagreeable thing is the only way of not suffering in life or at all events of suffering less.
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...
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...
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...
Regarding sleep, this sinister adventure of each night, one could say that people fall asleep daily with an audacity that would be incomprehensible if we didn't know that it results from their being o...
Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!
Nature is a temple, where the livingColumns sometimes breathe confusing speech;
Life is a hospital, in which every patient is possessed by the desire to change his bed. This one would prefer to suffer in front of the stove, and that one believes he would get well if he were place...
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.
ENIVREZ-VOUSIl faut être toujours ivre, tout est là ; c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer s...
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?
Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, the u...