“I want to be good. I can't bear the idea of my soul being hideous.”

“Why should he watch the hideous corruption of his soul?”

“I'll see if I can't make the bitter waters sweet by the intensity of love I bear you”

“Why is it that I can't feel this tragedy as much as I want to?”

“I would give my soul for that!”

“I drink to separate my body from my soul.”

“My sweet rose, my delicate flower, my lily of lilies, it is perhaps in prison that I am going to test the power of love. I am going to see if I cannot make the bitter warders sweet by the intensity of the love I bear you. I have had moments when I thought it would be wise to separate. Ah! Moments of weakness and madness! Now I see that would have mutilated my life, ruined my art, broken the musical chords which make a perfect soul. Even covered with mud I shall praise you, from the deepest abysses I shall cry to you. In my solitude you will be with me.”