Sweeter than apples to children The green water spurted through my pine-wood hull. - Arthur Rimbaud

Morality is the weakness of the mind.

Quick! Aren’t there other ways of living?− To sleep in the midst of wealth is impossible. Wealth has always been public property. Divine love alone offers the keys to science. I see that nature is only a spectacle of plenitude. Farewell chimeras, ideals, errors! The reasonable song of the angels rises up from therescue ship: it is divine love. − Two loves! I may die of earthly love, die of devotion. I have left behind me souls whose suffering will only increase at my going! You chose me from among the shipwrecked, but what about the friends I left behind? Save them!

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.