“Burn Thou strange herbs, O God!
Brew me a magic liquor, boys, with your glances!
The very soul is drunken.
Thou art drunken, O my God, upon my kisses.
The Universe reels; Thou hast looked upon it.
Twice, and all is done.
Come, O my God, and let us embrace!
Lazily, hungrily, ardently, patiently; so will I work.
There shall be an End.”
— Liber Liberi vel Lapidus Lazuli
”Time to get drunk!
Don’t be martyred slaves of Time,
On wine, virtue, poetry, as you will!”