The rhythms of nature - the sounds of wind and water, the sounds of birds and insects - must inevitably find their analogues in music.
I see a redness suddenly come Into the evening's anxious breast-- 'Tis the wound of love goes home!
The dead don't die. They look on and help.
This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. This makes us secret and rotten.
For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
Patience! Patience! The world is a vast and ghastly intricacy of mechanism, and one has to be very wary, not to get mangled by it.
In masturbation there is nothing but loss. There is no reciprocity. There is merely the spending away of a certain force, and no return. The body remains, in a sense, a corpse, after the act of self-abuse. There is no change, only deadening. There is what we call dead loss. And this is not the case in any act of sexual intercourse between two people. Two people may destroy one another in sex. But they cannot just produce the null effect of masturbation.
One day I was 17 years old and I ended up trying to commit suicide and I ended up in the hospital. As a teenager, that was a really scary thing.
Give what you want to receive. If you want happiness, make others happy.
Music, art, landscape - these are all things I draw inspiration from.
Evil never goes unpunished, Monsieur. But the punishment is sometimes secret.