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Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
Existence would be intolerable if we were never to dream.
Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.
Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.
I think a poet, like a painter, should be a craftsperson.
We tear life out of life to use it for looking at itself.
Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little.
Would there be this eternal seeking if the found existed?
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
The greatest religions convert the world through stories.
Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.
Alas,we who wanted kindness, could not be kind ourselves.
No one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.
…balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found.
Say it clearly and you make it beautiful, no matter what.
It takes one hen to lay an egg, but seven men to sell it.
Better off dead than giving in; not taking what you want.
Life without smoking is like the smoke without the roast.
Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
What a mysterious faculty is that queen of the faculties!
Strangeness is the indispensable condiment of all beauty.
What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!
I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.
Always be drunk ... Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.
I am bored in France because everyone resembles Voltaire.
The secret is writing down one simple line after another.
Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.
Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.
To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
I am a dangerous man when turned loose with a typewriter.
Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds
When will government cease being a nuisance to everybody?
The life of an honest man must be a perpetual infidelity.
I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again.
Power call achieve more by gentle means than by violence.
Africa? A book one thumbs Listlessly, till slumber comes.
Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.
Honesty is reached through the doorway of grief and loss.
Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.
Whoever is not able to sacrifice, has no talent for love.
All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.
Where unwilling dies the rose; buds the new another year.