Convicts' garb is striped pink and white. Though it was at my heart's bidding that I chose the universe wherein I delight, I at least have the power of finding therein the many meanings I wish to find:

there is a close relationship between flowers and convicts.

The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.

Should I have to portray a convict -- or a criminal -- I shall so bedeck him with flowers that, as he disappears beneath them, he will himself become a flower, a gigantic and new one.

Towards what is known as evil, I lovingly pursued an adventure which led me to prison.

Though they may not always be handsome, men doomed to evil possess the manly virtues.

Of their own volition, or owing to an accident which has been chosen for them, they plunge lucidly and without complaining into a reproachful, ignominious element, like that into which love, if it is profound, hurls human beings.

Erotic play discloses a world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten