إن الحياة نبع مسّرة, لكن حيثما يكرع الرعاع تتسمم كل الآبار

“غالبا ما يكون العرش فوق الأوحال”

“What is the sign of every literary decadence? That life no longer dwells in the…”

“I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. …”

“The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.”