Through the Unknown, we'll find the New
This life is a hospital in which each patient is possessed by the desire to change beds. One wants to suffer in front of the stove and another believes that he will get well near the window. It always...
The beginning of a novel: start a subject, no matter where, and to have the desire to finish, start with very beautiful phrases.
The Poet is a kinsman in the cloudsWho scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day;But on the ground, among the hooting crowds,He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.
Nu disprețuiți sensibilitatea nimănui. Sensibilitatea fiecăruia e geniul lui.
Les amants des prostituées Sont heureux, dispos et repus; Quant à moi, mes bras sont rompus Pour avoir étreint des nuées.
C'est l'Ennui! —l'œil chargé d'un pleur involontaire,Il rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka.Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,—Hypocrite lecteur,—mon semblable,—mon frère!
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...
Inspiration comes of working every day.
«¡Oh, mentes candorosas!»Para que no se olvide el tema capital,por doquier hemos visto sin haberlo buscado,de lo excelso a lo bajo de la escala fatal,el tedioso espectáculo del inmortal pecado:»la muj...
To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but...
The Desire To PaintUnhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire.I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some...
Prisoned in glass beneath my seals of red.
Lost in this awful world, rubbing shoulders with the multitudes, I am like a tired man whose eye can't see behind him, in the deep years, anything but disillusion and bitterness, and in front of him,...
Fruit free of any bruises, not yet broken open, / With flesh so firm and smooth, it cried out to be eaten!
Be always drunken.Nothing else matters:that is the only question.If you would not feelthe horrible burden of Timeweighing on your shouldersand crushing you to the earth,be drunken continually.Drunken...
Avalanche, veux-tu m'emporter dans ta chute?
Atatea juvaeruri suntUitate-n bezna si-n pamant,Dormind in veci necercetate;Atatea flori dau in zadar
Almost all our evils arise from being unable to stay in our rooms, said another sage, Pascal.(Yanılmıyorsam Pascal, ‘neredeyse tüm mutsuzluklarımız odamızda kalmayı bilememiş olmamızdan geliyor başımı...
The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that in evil is found all sensual delight.