Cobweb

“A soul is a thing so impalpable, so often useless and sometimes such a nuisance, that the loss of it disturbed me less than if I had lost my visiting card while taking a walk.”
― Charles Baudelaire, Chromosome Number 12

“I've an insatiable craving inside me that consumes everything and makes me regard the sufferings and joys of others only in their relationship to me, as food to sustain my spiritual powers. I am no longer capable of loosing my head in love, Ambition has been crushed in me by circumstances, but it has come out in another way, for ambition is nothing but a lust for power and my chief delight is to dominate those around me. To inspire in others love, devotion, fear - isn't that the first symptom and the supreme triumph of power? To cause another person suffering or joy, having no right to do so - isn't that the sweetest food of pride?”
― Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time

“Dacă-aș fi trăsnet v-aș trăsni,
V-aș îneca dacă-aș fi apă,
Și v-aș săpa mormântu-adânc
Dac-aș fi sapă.

Dacă-aș fi ștreang v-aș spânzura,
Dacă-aș fi spadă v-aș străpunge,
V-aș urmări dac-aș fi glonț,
Și v-aș ajunge.

Dar eu, deși rămân ce sunt,
O voce-adâncă îmi murmură
Că sunt mai mult decât orice,
Căci eu, sunt ură.”
― Alexandru Macedonski, Excelsior

“...solitude is not to be recommended to everyone, for you have to be strong in order to bear it and act alone.”
― Paul Gauguin, The Writings of a Savage