Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.

I made myself famous by writing 'songs' and lyrics about the beauty of the things I did and ugliness, too.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

Mankind is like dogs, not gods - as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.

I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.

All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

The only people for me are the mad ones: the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who... burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.