No mortal man, moreover is wise at all moments.

The lust of avarice as so totally seized upon mankind that their wealth seems rather to possess them than they possess their wealth.

Our forefathers regarded as a prodigy the passage of the Alps: first by Hannibal and, more recently, by the Cimbri; but at the present day, these very mountains are cut asunder to yield us a thousand different marbles; promontories are thrown open to the sea; and the face of Nature is being everywhere reduced to a level.

It is generally much more shameful to lose a good reputation than never to have acquired it.

You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

Blood and death. That moves me.

What is ironic is that Allen Ginsberg's importance was in its twilight for so many years that it took his death to bring it to the front page. He electrified an entire world!

I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.