There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter. |
To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegance. |
Violence is a calm that disturbs you. |
We know that their adventures are childish. They themselves are fools. They are ready to kill or be killed over a card-game in which an opponent -- or they themselves -- was cheating. Yet, thanks to such fellows, tragedies are possible. |
What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn't see Negroes hanging from its branches. |
What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born. |
When the judge calls the criminal's name out he stands up, and they are immediately linked by a strange biology that makes them both opposite and complementary. The one cannot exist without the other. Which is the sun and which is the shadow? It's well known some criminals have been great men. |
Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all. |
Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak? |