Cum alţii prin iubire-ar vrea,să stăpânească viaţa ta,eu vreau s-o stăpânesc prin groază. - Charles Baudelaire

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.

What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.

There are in every man, at all times, two simultaneous tendencies, one toward God, the other toward Satan.