Antoni Lange Quotes

All our blasphemies are only little prayers.

There live Christ and Nero in our hearts.

People souls - perennial loners. They're loners like stray stars.

I loved life too much to lust for life.

Dead is the travel of all our travels.

How many times have I created to destroy?

Be - fight - feel the pain - and love the wounds!

Dead is the cradle of everything.