But now, all of a sudden, there appeared before me the absurd, loathsomely spiderish notion of debauchery, which, without love, crudely and shamelessly begins straight off with that which is the crown of true love.

“Reality is infinitely diverse. It resists classification, inward life. Peculiar…”

“The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the d…”

“Lying is a delightful thing for it leads to the truth.”

“Naten s'kisha gjume, me mbyste pendimi, kot thone qe pendimi te lehteson.”