Book: De Profundis. Page 2

Everyone needs to be aware of your own inner feeling. It is pointless to tell the man what he does not feel and cannot understand.

Hatred gave you everything you wanted. She was a kind Lady. So it is with everyone who serves her.

You know what it means to me, my Art, know that it's that great deep voice that first opened me to myself, and then all others that it is a true passion of mine, the love to which all other passions, is like a swamp ooze - in front of red wine or a tiny Firefly in the swamp - in front of the magic mirror of the moon.

You and I suffered in life is a terrible tragedy, although your tragedy was unlike mine. Want to know what it was? Here's the thing: the Hatred in you was always stronger than Love.

To be completely free and at the same time, fully depend on the law -- that's the eternal paradox of human life, is palpable every minute.

Of course, in our relationship, I see not only the finger of Fate, but the footsteps of doom, whose step is always rapid, for he is in a hurry to shed blood.

Weird gods. Not only our vices are elected they are a tool to punish us. They bring us to ruin with just that we have good, bright, humane, loving.

I felt your grief, real grief, more than ever, brought us together with you.

In my relationship with you had to either give up or walk away from you.

At any time of my life, nothing had the slightest importance in comparison with Art.

You yourself roam free among the flowers. I also took the entire world, changeable and colorful.

Your defect was not that you knew too little about life, and that you knew too much.

I'm sad to think that someday the hatred, bitterness and contempt will hold in my heart the place that once belonged to love.

... to become a deeper man is the honored privilege of those who suffered.