A Work Of Art Is A Confession.

I Don't Want To Be A Genius-i Have Enough Problems Just Trying To Be A Man.

At The Heart Of All Beauty Lies Something Inhuman.

I Have No Friends, I Only Have Accomplices Now. On The Other Hand, My Accomplices Are More Numerous Than My Friends: They Are The Human Race.

Beginning To Think Is Beginning To Be Undermined. Society Has But Little Connection With Such Beginnings. The Worm Is In Man's Heart. That Is Where It Must Be Sought. One Must Follow And Understand This Fatal Game That Leads From Lucidity In The Face Of Existence To Flight From Light.

Those Who Lack The Courage Will Always Find A Philosophy To Justify It.