“These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps”
“And the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all.”
“That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!”
“Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise".”
“Love for the joy of loving, and not for the offerings of someone else's heart.”
“Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.”