“It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.”

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.

The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.

I could never throw Love out of the window.

True life is elsewhere.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?

Critics haven’t taught me my cricket, and they don’t know what my body and mind are up to.

There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.

If you’re willing to suffer, and I mean suffer, your brain and body once connected together, can do anything.

I am Armenian, so of course I am obsessed with laser hair removal! Arms, bikini, legs, underarms – my entire body is hairless.

I am pretty honest about a lot of things that young girls question, like their body image.

Workout to improve mind and body.

The most important part of the body is the brain. Of my face, I like the eyebrows and eyes.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.