Misfortune was my god |
Misfortune was my god. |
Morality is the weakness of the brain. |
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees /And I found her bitter /And I reviled her. |
one single true word: it is, COME BACK. I want to be with you, I love you. If you listen to this you will prove your courage and sincerity. Otherwise, I am sorry for you. But I love you. I kiss you and we'll see eachother again... |
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge. |
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics! |
The first study for the man who wants to be a poet is knowledge of himself, complete: he searches for his soul, he inspects it, he puts it to the test, he learns it. As soon as he has learned it, he must cultivate it! I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences. Ineffable torture where he needs all his faith, all his superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed one--and the supreme Scholar! For he reaches the unknown! ....So the poet is actually a thief of Fire! |
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth. |
There is a woman who spent her life loving that evil creature: she died. I'm sure she's a saint in heaven right now. You are going to kill me the way he killed that woman.That is what's in store for all of us who have unselfish hearts. |
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world. |