To Commit Suicide Is Easy. To Live

The Body Is An Instrument Which Only Gives Off Music When It Is Used As A Body. Always An Orchestra, And Just As Music Traverses Walls, So Sensuality Traverses The Body And Reaches Up To Ecstasy.

Everything With Me Is Either Worship And Passion Or Pity And Understanding. I Hate Rarely, Though When I Hate. I Hate Murderously.

Physical Experiences, Lacking The Joys Of Love, Depend On Twists And Perversions Of Pleasure. Abnormal Pleasures Kill The Taste For Normal Ones.

Art Is The Method Of Levitation, In Order To Separate One's Self From Enslavement By The Earth.

The Period Without The Diary Remains An Ordeal. Every Evening I Want My Diary As One Wants Opium.