I'm not ashamed of heroic ambitions. If man and woman can only dance upon this earth for a few countable turns of the sun... let each of us be an Artemis, Odysseus, or Zeus... Aphrodite to the extent of the will of each one.

It was a time I slept in many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I knew every kind of joy, ascents of every hue. Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.

I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.

The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

Be there a picnic for the devil,
an orgy for the satyr,
and a wedding for the bride.